Her eyes were wide and her heart beginning to race. Oh, God, Bea had been right…
“Horrible things. I see what Conall did. What Zethiel did, and Devla, screaming, clawing, covered in blood…and more. I see villages from the middle ages. I see ancient places, stones and…prehistoric huts, I see—too much. I’m losing it, Dia. Better go back to school, where it’s safe.”
“I don’t think so, Benn.” She said calmly, “I don’t think I’m going back.”
“You should. You have to.”
“And leave Dad? Leave you?”
“Dia!” he sat up, a desperate look on his face, then huddled back, shaking, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. You wouldn’t.”
“How can you know? You know what Bea said. Look!” He rose abruptly and stalked over to a laundry basket in the dark corner of the room. Diama realized how tall he’d g
