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“Of course, come on down to the library. I’m working on a few different projects—” His voice trails off. I can sense the excitement in his tone, yet he’s holding something back. Something which he doesn’t wish to divulge. I grit my teeth, not liking being kept in the dark.
I open my mouth to demand he speaks, the words on the tip of my tongue. Yet my conscience holds me back, reminding me how unfair it would be to require him to tell me every detail when I have no intentions of telling him my secret. I swallow the demand, pushing back my anxious thoughts.
“That’s fine, I’ll head over.” I cut in, saving him from explaining the pause. The line goes silent for a moment. Kyros’ mind most likely whirring at the curt reply.
“Are you sure it’s just the powers?” he asks hesitantly.
I scrub a hand over my face in irritation, breathing a long sigh. Just as I noticed he’s keeping something from me, he can tell there was something else wrong. He most likely expects me to push him at his obvious omission.
We’ve known each other since our creation, and because of this, we are able to read each other reasonably well. I steel myself, readying my mind—my heart—to tell him the truth. A twinge of guilt tightening my chest. Despite my determination to keep her at a distance, I find my resolve crumbling far too easily.
I open my mouth, drawing in a wavering breath—the words on the tip of my tongue, about to cement the connection.
A shiver wracks my body, brought on by an invisible wind. My jaw is wrenched shut, muscles seizing. Hands trembling uncontrollably, sending my phone clattering to the ground. I can hear Kyros’ panicked voice on the other end, his raised voice only a hum from the now discarded speaker. The sound fades into nothing, white noise surrounding me. My vision dims, spots of black taking up my field of view until nothing but darkness remains.
Light flashes before my eyes, temporarily blinding me before the scene pops into place. I blink against the harsh light now burning my eyes. My vision slowly adjusts and I squint against the bright light.
My brows furrow in confusion, taking in the classroom. Usually my visions show large-scale events, disasters that they either want me to bring to fruition or stop from occurring. I scan the room, looking for any sign of what this vision is showing me.
My stomach clenches and chills skitter down my spine as my eyes land on her. She looks exactly as she had just moments before. Her chestnut brown hair thrown up into a messy bun, the relaxed look not taking anything away from her breathtaking beauty.
Beside me, the door cracks, splintering into pieces, the feeling of a strong wind wraps around the room. I feel the air current flow past me, unable to rock me in my vision form. Silence fills the room, the students waiting for any further attacks with bated breath.
Her eyes remain wary as the rest of the students begin to chatter. Unbeknownst to them, a greater threat is looming just over the horizon. Her eyes stay locked on the professor, who wisely begins a warding incantation.
Her friend attempts to speak to her, yet her eyes remain on the professor, directing her friend’s attention there as well. Hope sparks in my chest as she stays vigilant. Yet that knot stays firmly rooted in the pit of my stomach, knowing there must be more since this vision still plays around me.
My blood freezes in my veins at first sight of the black tendril of smoke. Not needing to see anymore, I close my eyes, in an attempt to cut the vision short. I’ve never tried to end a vision before, never felt the burning need to jump to action before the movie-like scene has entirely played out every detail before my eyes. Yet, I try again and again to will the vision away to no avail.
A thick plume of black smoke funnels into the room around me, and panic chokes me as I look back to her. The rest of the class lowers to the ground, hiding under their desks along with the professor. All except her. Anger boils in my veins as her eyes connect to the swirling mass of black smoke, a figure becoming clear through the fading black tendrils.
An icy determination shines in her eyes, no hint of the fear that should be there. This infuriating woman has no sense of self-preservation. I grit my teeth in frustration. Pushing down the pride I feel.
No, she needs to move her ass under the desk now. I will my body to solidify, to move, knowing there is no use. Knowing this is only a vision, yet not caring. I need to get to her—to save her—to shake some sense into that prideful, stubborn, beautiful head of hers.
My breath catches in my throat, as she glances a fraction to the left. Connecting with me for the briefest moment before the scene fades to black. I fight against the feeling of vertigo that hits me as I’m slammed back into my consciousness. Bile rises up my throat but I grit my teeth against the nausea. I need to move quickly. This scene could already be unfolding. I stoop to collect my phone, Kyros’ voice still booming frantically.
“Vision. I have to go,” I growl out, having neither the time nor the patience to waste on an explanation. I disconnect the call, not waiting for a response. I’m already rushing towards the door, slamming it open.
I don’t bother closing it. Let everyone see the destruction I caused. It would be quite fitting. I curse the ridiculous wards, blocking us from dissipating on the grounds. Picking up my pace, I sprint towards the class. My breaths become ragged, not from the exertion but from the terror chilling my bones.
I push all my ridiculous claims from my mind. This threat shows me, even though it may be selfish, I could never just walk away. I need to keep her safe, now and always. Meaning I can’t tell anyone about her, not even Kyros. Anyone knowing about her could put her in harm’s way.
My fucking mate is in danger, and I will rip whichever creature threatens her to shreds.
