"I get that." Remy fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve. "But we have to know. If Vlad is right and that prophecy is the key to defeating the vampires once and for all... We have to know."
"Are we sure we can even believe in prophecies?"
Remy started speaking, then stopped. He got up from the bed and walked over to his desk. "Look at this," he said, pulling a folder out from under the sheets of paper. A red folder with his name on it. Jared recognized it immediately. Their dad had made one of these folders for each of them, detailing their birthmarks and their lack of paranormal abilities.
"What do you want me to look at?" Jared asked, taking the folder from Remy. His own information had been pretty unremarkable, and he hadn't considered that there might be anything of interest in Remy's file. He would have expected his brother to mention it if there was.
"Second to last page," Remy said.
Jared flipped the folder open to the page in question.Remy has been telling me about his dreams,it said in their Dad's neat handwriting.At first I thought it was just dreams, but then he told me about the old lady down the street getting engaged to the fire chief a few hours before she showed us her engagement ring. A coincidence? Possibly, but I will have to keep an eye on this.
Jared looked up at Remy. "Dad thought you might be having prophetic dreams?"
"I know I thought so as a kid." Remy worried his lower lip. An odd sight, because he didn't usually get this distraught. "It stopped when I got older. I figured it was always just coincidence. Crazy shit my child brain came up with." He shrugged. "But there's also..." He walked to the door and turned the key in the lock, then pulled it. Then he motioned for Jared. "Try to open it."
Jared wasn't sure what the point of this exercise was, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to go along with it. Especially not if it would ease Remy's mind. Pressing down on the door handle, he tried to open the door. It didn't budge.
Remy watched him with an unreadable expression. After a moment, he closed his eyes, his brow furrowing. "Try once more," he said as he opened his eyes again.
Jaredreallydidn't know what the point of this exercise was, but to humor his brother, he tried the door handle one more time. The door opened.
He stared back at his brother. "What did you do?"
"I unlocked it." Remy still held the key in his hand, not even a hint of a smile on his face.
"This isn't one of your pranks, is it?" Remy, Collin and Elena had loved to get up to weird pranks together growing up. Jared had been the target of their shenanigans more than once.
"You think I'd make stupid jokes at a time like this? Close the door again."
Jared did.
"Dad never knew about this," Remy said. "But I've been able to do that forever. I didn't want him to know. I can't even tell you why. It kind of scared me a little." He paused. "Sometimes I think my mom told me never to show anyone, but that memory's fuzzy." Remy exhaled audibly and let himself slump down on the bed again. "Now I'm just thinking if my magic is real, maybe my dreams are too."
Jared didn't want to ask, but he knew he had to. "What have you been dreaming?"
Remy looked at him. If the lines under his eyes were anything to go by, his dreams hadn't been pleasant. "It's not always clear, but it's not good."
Jared got the feeling there was a lot his brother wasn't telling him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the details. "Maybe it's just nightmares. These past months have been stressful for all of us."
"I hope you're right," Remy said, but the way he said it let Jared know he didn't believe it. "If I can have prophetic dreams, then the prophecy can be real too."
"I'll talk to Silas," Jared promised again. "But I can't force him to do anything."
Remy fixed him with his gaze. "Not even if all our lives depend on it?"
Jared didn't know how to respond to that. Remy couldn'tmeanthat, could he?
"Forget what I said." Remy shook his head again. "Just please take this seriously."
"I will," Jared said. "If you promise that you'll try to get some sleep."
"I'll be fine.“ Remy rubbed at his tired eyes. "I'll see you in the morning."
Jared nodded and went back to his own room, stepping through the door his brother had unlocked with his mind, all thoughts of getting something to drink forgotten.
Could Remy's dreams really be prophetic?
And what the hell had he seen?
