AllFreeNovel
Share Us
SEER
My family drove me out years ago over my powers, and the Ruthless Kings took me in. But now the thing that drove me away, my visions, is failing. Who am I without them?
I buried my past when I left it all behind. Now I’m no longer Nicholas, I’m Seer. The one who can see. My visions may be unpredictable, but they are always reliable.
Now I’m losing my power.
What use am I to my family, my brothers, and my club if I can’t see danger coming?
This power has caused me so much grief. Now that I’m losing it, I can’t imagine life without it.
And then there’s this woman… She comes to me like an angel. She’s come to help me, and she does, but not only in the ways that she’d planned.
I need to make her mine. I need to show her that a life with me is worth more than anything we could have apart.
And I need my powers back. But that means facing the one thing I’ve been running from my whole life… my family.
Am I strong enough to fight for my power and the place I carved out for myself in the Ruthless Kings without losing the woman I love?
PROLOGUE
What’s happening? I haven’t felt this way since I first started getting visions.
I sit up slowly in bed, wincing at the sharp ache behind my eyes. I take a deep breath and let it out as I feel another painful throb behind my lids. I am used to a little spasm behind my eyes when a vision is about to hit. Usually, the twinge disappears quickly, but this time, it has become a sharp and consistent ache that jerks me out of the comforting arms of sleep. I shake my head slowly and take another deep breath, waiting for the images to align behind my closed lids.
“Your sight is a gift, Nicholas,”my mother’s soothing voice echoes softly in my head.“Open your heart, and it’ll come to you.”
Nicholas…I haven’t used my real name in so long. It sounds so foreign, even in my thoughts. There was a time the name brought me the joy and comfort of having an identity. That was a long time ago before the illusion of my family came crashing down, along with the innocence of my childhood. I only took pride in my name until I realized what my family stood for. I shouldn’t be thinking about my mother–or the name I used to bear. I gave up everything when I decided to leave the Abner family castle that day thirteen years ago.
A piercing sensation cracks through my skull, and I mutter a muffled curse. There’s a blinding flash of light behind my closed lids. I snap my eyes open in surprise.
What the hell is happening to me?
A knock on my door has me raising my head toward the doorway, grinding my teeth to contain the dizzying ache that accompanies that little movement.
“Please, come in,” I say in the mildest tone I can manage.
Abby walks into my room, holding a tray with one hand and gently pushing the door closed with the other. “Good morning, Seer,” she greets with a warm smile. She walks toward my bed and places the tray on the bedside table. “I brought you some chamomile tea,” she says, lowering herself to the chair by my bed with a soft groan.
I pick the teacup and bring it to my nose, inhaling the sweet aroma with a pleased moan. “You didn’t have to, but thank you so much.” I take a sip, enjoying the calming effect of the herbal liquid. “Mmm… This is so good.”
Abby smiles softly. “Chamomile is healing and soothing. I wanted to bring you something. I know you were exhausted last night.”
I flash Abby a grateful smile and take another sip of tea. This isn’t just her doing the president’s wife’s duties. She genuinely cares for every member of the clubhouse and sees all of us as her family. Pocus has got to be the luckiest bastard on earth, seeing as he married a kind and beautiful woman like Abigail Miller. It seems like just yesterday when fate intervened with both of their destinies, and now, three years later, their love flourishes more vital every day. It’s not news that the president of the Ruthless Kings MC is head over heels for his lovely wife and vice versa. I’m happy to see my friend finally leave the pain of his past behind and live the life he deserves. Sometimes I find myself wishing for what they have–craving it is more like it.I can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to have a girl like Pocus has Abby. Someone who’d hold my hand in a storm and defend me against the world when I’m too weary to fight. Is that just wishful thinking?
Not everyone is destined for love.
“Are you all right, Seer?” Abby asks, her deep hazel eyes searching my face with concern. “You look a little pale. Do you want me to get Graveyard?”
“It’s just a little headache,” I say, grinding my teeth against the urge to reach up and massage the throbbing ache in my temples. Instead, I raise the teacup to Abby with a reassuring smile. “Nothing that a cup of this magical tea can’t fix. How’s my goddaughter doing?” I ask, glancing down at her slightly protruding stomach.
Abby gently rubs her belly with a soft smile. “Kicking hard for such a tiny little thing. Pocus thinks his daughter will be an angel, but I can tell she’ll be a handful.”
“And she’s going to be well-loved, obviously,” I reply, and Abby laughs. I can already imagine how much she will be loved and spoiled between her parents and numerous uncles.
So many uncles…
“You should probably come down soon,” Abby says, rising to her feet with a slight groan. “Knix just got back from his undercover mission, and I think Pocus called for church.” A weary expression crosses her eyes, but it’s gone in a flash, lost behind a quick smile.
