“Draven, Thad, secure him. He can spend a day in the dungeon with a damn headache,” I growl. “I need to get that blade out.”
I crouch next to Adrian’s convulsing form. The guy used more force than what we allow during sparring. Fucking dick wanted to injure Adrian.
“That wound is deep,” Raven says as she crouches next to me.
“I know. Help me hold him still so I can pull the damn sword out of his shoulder.” I grip the pommel.
Jayden and Raven move to either side of Adrian and each grip his arms, pinning him to the ground.
“The pain could shock him out of the vision,” Jayden says. “Are we sure that’s a good idea?”
“We don’t have a choice.” I sigh. “His healing is gonna kick in soon and this needs to come out before that happens.”
“Okay, I’m ready.” Jayden presses a hand to Adrian’s uninjured shoulder, holding him down.
I adjust my grip on the sword and yank it out in one swift movement. Adrian gasps and his eyes widen as he blinks them, bringing his normal eyes into focus.
“Fuck,” Adrian shouts. “What was that?”
“You were stabbed as you had a vision. A shot you would have blocked easily otherwise,” I explain.
“Bastard,” Adrian groans. “He was talking shit the whole match, waiting for an opening.”
“We know,” Raven says. “He’s going to the dungeon for a bit.”
“This is ridiculous,” Adrian says. “We are days away from all-out war and they’re still being petty.”
“Not everyone,” I say. “Most of the people are getting along again. There are still a few instigators it seems, though.”
“Wait, what do you mean, days away?” Jayden asks. “We don’t have days. We have to go to Mount Aetna. Are you saying that we won’t be there for the start of the war?”
“I can only tell you so much, Jayden.” Adrian winces as he sits up on the mat.
“I know but that was a pretty significant slip of you can’t tell us anything,” I say.
“Well, that’s not entirely accurate. My father sent a dire warning.”
“He picked a helluva time to send you careening into a vision.” I shake my head.
“He said you would say that.” Adrian chuckles. “He needed you guys paying attention because this new vision could be the difference between success and failure.”
“Not here.” I stand up, dusting myself off.
“But we need the whole group together.” Adrian pushes himself up but winces as his shoulder pulls.
“You need the healer.” I grip his uninjured arm and haul him up from the ground. “I sent Thad and Draven to take that guy to the dungeon. We’ll grab them on the way to the healer.”
“Fine,” Adrian grumbles, wincing.
I wave a hand for Kira, Dax, and Greyson to join us. “We’re going to the healer. Adrian has news we all need to be present for.”
“That’s not good.” Kira sighs. “More dire warnings and bad news. Don’t you ever have a good vision?”
“Not so far. The only time they come is when it’s bad.” Adrian moves ahead of us, his head hanging low.
“It’s not his fault,” I say. “He’s the messenger. Don’t shoot the messenger.”
“I can see all the outcomes now and there are timelines when we win and everything is good, but I can’t tell you about those because it may negatively impact the outcomes. This is the only way. Vague warnings and letting you guys make your own decisions.”
