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Phillip nodded while taking a sip of his drink.

“Already have it ready for her in case she decides to. It could still go a few ways. One path is starting to solidify, though. Keep putting the sweet on her.” Phillip chuckled to himself while my chest warmed. There was a future where she chose to stay with me. That gave me hope.

“So, what’s the real deal you’re here for? We both know it’s not just for the burgers.” I didn’t mind his company, but I wasn’t one for beating around the bush.

He nodded, understanding that I just wanted him to get out whatever he had on his mind.

“I can’t see who that killer is. I’ve tried finding him in the visions, but I can’t go back, only forward. I saw her being attacked but knew you’d save her. I wanted to warn you that shit in Seahill is going to get worse, and we are going to need you both with us. She’s already agreed to be part of our Hero Society, but we need you, too. You are vital, actually. I’ve seen two futures for you that are most prominent: a mate, or a destiny with your coven. We both know Echo is your mate, destined for you since she was born. Her energy matches yours perfectly. You could also run from the fact that your future is set one way or the other. I can’t tell, but you need to make your move soon. Time is running out. Night is coming for us all. You will either be with us or hiding with your coven.”

I stared at the man who seemed so young but had the knowledge of every possible future. He’d seen everything he cared about live and perish in a single thought. The man had lived thousands of lives before they’d even come to pass. It takes a strong spirit to have his power and still be standing, fighting for what he believes is right. But what if he was wrong? What if that line he walks so tightly wobbles, and he fails? If he fails, we all fail.

“Mr. Griffin, order up!” The waitress behind the counter lifted a large bag full of the food he ordered for his crew. His family.

“The time to make your choice is now, Asher.” Without another word, he grabbed his bag and strode out of the diner.

Time to choose. I thought I’d already made that choice. Hadn’t I?