CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Oliver could hardly believe what was happening. David was dead. Chris had killed him. And now his murderer of a brother had him pinned against a wall, helpless and alone and he was giving him a choice?
“You could be an Obsidian,” Chris repeated. “You’re mixed, aren’t you?”
Oliver remembered the rumor that bromine seers were good and cobalt seers went bad. But it was just that. A rumor. Professor Amethyst had told him a dozen times that it was all about the choices you made.
“I’d never switch,” Oliver said firmly. “Being a seer is an honor!”
“Why can’t you understand this?” Chris said. A pleading tone had appeared in his voice. “Mistress Obsidian won’t stop until you’re dead.”
Suddenly, Oliver realized that he was seeing something akin to compassion in Christopher.
