—He’s scouring Earth?—
—White wings?—
—Fire ignites?—
—Air thickens?—
—Waters dry?—
—Earth crumbles?—
—Mortals die?—
—Apocalyptic—
—The Devil is searching for his bride?—
The visions snap, and a force hurls our joined hands off his head and throws us a few feet away. Still, the Seer doesn’t move. Sloane does, though, pacing a couple steps backwards for the door. If she’s assuming I’ll follow, my limbs refuse to.
It’s all true…
Even when Freya confirmed it after Harlow’s rescue, a part of me couldn’t understand why and how. There will be war between Heaven and Hell when the Devil’s bride gets stolen from him. He literally overturns Earth searching for her.
“Now you see.”
I see…but Sloane’s way isn’t the only way. Darkness isn’t the answer, especially when it’s Darkness that’ll create this fight.
“And where was Hecate in all that?”
“Where were the Otherworldly creatures?” I counter, finally dragging my attention away from the Seer. “The visions were nothing more than flashes—a gleaming. There’s a lot ofinformation being kept from us. The war is clearly between the Celestials, and mortals pay the price.”
“Earthpays the price, which is where we live, sweet girl.”
I straighten, pushing to my full height. “We don’t know the future, not to that extent. Something may happen beforehand. Hecate might?—”
“Hecate willabandonus!” Black smoke fills the doorway—Darkness reacting to her emotions. I flinch away and closer to the Seer, coming to stand in front of him to protect. “What about this do you not understand?”
“Black magick is not the way.” I stab a finger at the Seer’s cuffs. “Thisis not the way.”
“Hecame tomefor assistance when the visions were driving him mad.”
“That’s your defence? Hardly think this is what he wanted.”
“He must be protected. The visions were making it difficult on him.”
“So offer him the room I woke up in! Not…” My eyes scan the dank and dark cell with disgust, lips pulling up at the scent. “Not this.”
Again, she shrugs, but this time turns away. “Follow, so we may continue speaking.”
Alone with the Seer, I make him a silent vow he won’t hear.We’ll get you out. I’ll make sure someone knows you’re here.
By the door, I glance back, still uncertain I haven’t made the last five minutes up. That there’s an honest to GoddessSeerpresent.
The most piercing purple eyes stare back.
Forty-Nine
RYDER
