His expression darkens, the air between us seeming to chill. “Princess Quinnlynn informed you of my intent to participate. You approved it.”
“Well, yes, I did. However, the moment we first saw each other wasn’t the moment I saw in my visions,” I advise him. “You stated that I joined the mating program to meet you. I corrected your assumption—I joined prior to learning you were participating. I did not anticipate meeting you during the program.”
His brow furrows. “Then when were we to meet?”
“In…” I close my eyes and sigh. “Off the shores of Kodiak Sector. That’s where my visions of you begin.”
He says nothing.
Then I hear him twirling noodles in his bowl with small, meticulous motions.
I peek at him through my lashes and find him still staring at me, but not with that dark expression anymore. He just looks interested now. “What else have you foreseen between us, Seer?”
“You want to know about your sister,” I translate.
“I want to know everything,” he corrects me. “And I would also like you to eat. Please.”
I look down at my bowl, my lips twisting a little.
“Don’t like spaghetti?” he asks.
“No, I do, it’s just…” I look at him. “The red sauce makes me think of the blood you were wearing when you picked me up from the water.” My nose crinkles. “I assume Prince Tadhg is dead?”
Prince Tadhg is the monster who shadowed me to Kodiak Sector and left me to be violated and killed by all of the Z-Clan Alphas.
That’s why I went into the ice water—to mask my scent while I waited for Grey to find me.
I was sure he would come, mostly because my visions had told me he would. But it took far longer than I expected.
However, we’re on our destined path now.
Which means we’re nearing the fated countdown.
“Didn’t youforeseehis demise?” There’s a subtle sarcastic undertone in Grey’s voice as he brings me back to our discussion. “I assume that’s why you staged everything the way you did with those journals.”
My lips twist to the side. “I didn’tstageanything. I just… tried to help.” It’s all I can do with my visions of the future. If I explicitly share details of my foresight, then everything changes. But over my last century of life, I’ve learned that writing down subtle hints can often influence the decisions of others.
When they read my words, anyway.
Something Grey clearly has done.
Because he’s here.
PPS: Our pasts make us stronger, not weaker. Remember that. Remember where you came from. And understand once and for all—you are not him. But sometimes you have to think like him to find the truth. To find… me.
That wasthe part of my diary entry I meant for him to see. Fortunately, he did. And, fortunately, we’re now here.
Well, unfortunately, too, I suppose.
Assuming my visions of what’s to come are correct.
I nearly sigh but busy myself with trying the food in front of me. The moment the flavor hits my tongue, I nearly groan with delight, my insides suddenly clenching with severe hunger pangs.
Oracle, when was the last time I ate?I know it’s been days. Maybe longer.
I was in Prince Tadhg’s “care” for… well, I’m not sure how long. It doesn’t matter. He didn’t assault me, saying he preferred to let the Z-Clan Alphas do the honors. “You’ll be a nice gift,” he told me before dropping me off. “Help firm up our alliance.”
“I’m glad he’s dead,” I say softly, not that Grey has actually confirmed it. However, I assume some of the blood he was wearing earlier was from Prince Tadhg. “He was a horrible Alpha.”
