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‘Wilt!’
Wilt opened his eyes to see Daemi standing next to him, shaking him by the shoulder.
‘Are you okay? You look—strange.’
Wilt smiled weakly at her, part of him craving the attention but another, deeper part whispering warnings. ‘I’m okay. Just had a … spell.’
Daemi glared at him, studying his face for a moment before striding back to the front of the party. Wilt sagged against the wall, grateful for the darkness. Another vision had overwhelmed his senses. He’d felt hot breath on his neck, then a trap clamping down on him, shaking him like a rag doll. And blood. There had been blood, too.
He breathed in slowly and his mind cleared. Higgs. It had to have been Higgs.
‘Wilt?’ Petron was standing with him now, his eyes kind. ‘Another one?’
‘Yes. What?’ Wilt looked up, confused.
