When they followed theSibylinto the room, Rory swallowed a gasp. There were words and drawings covering the walls. Papers with things scratched in illegible handwriting and torn out book pages were pinned everywhere.
Her mouth opened as she inched closer. Some of the drawings were of her. She snatched one from the wall and shook it at him. “What is this?”
Turney turned to her. “I have seen you for years,” he said, waving his hand haphazardly in the air as he shuffled around the room.
“What is the meaning of this?” Sam asked as his keen eyes examined the room.
Turney whirled on them and pointed at Rory. “The Umbra Queen will die unless the day is destroyed.”
Sam and Rory traded a quick glance. “My mother is aSibyl. She predicted my death unless the Umbra King breaks out of Vincula in time.”Did Turney see something different?
He shook his head wildly. “The day will disappear, or you will die.”
“Do you mean to say she will live if she is attacked at night?” Sam asked as he studied the walls.
Turney’s agitation was obvious in the way he moved around the room. “You are not listening. The day willdisappear.”
“Does the sun explode?” Rory joked under her breath. She was beginning to think coming here was pointless. His visions were as clear as a brick wall.
He crossed the room and reached for her shoulders, but Sam grabbed him. “Do not touch her.”
The man’s eyes were wild. “The light will no longer shineonour realm,” he stressed. “It will shinefromit.”
Sam eyed him. It was the first sign he’d given that the weirdness of it all affected him, too.
Turney’s eyes glazed over, and he looked at Rory in a daze. “He fills himself with poison, eating the light,” he murmured. “And the sun explodes.”
Rory narrowed her eyes.Was he fucking with them?He said the sun didn’t explode.
He turned in a daze and grabbed a marker from the floor before approaching a wall.
“He fills himself with poison, eating the light, until the son explodes.”
“Son?” Rory read.Not sun.Son.
Sam’s eyes slid to her midsection before meeting her own. Her hand flew to her stomach.It couldn’t be.She was pretty sure she couldn’t get pregnant until Caius passed his throne to the new UmbraRoyal. Kids weren’t something she’d thought about. Hell, she didn’t even think shewantedkids, and now her stomach might explode? No fucking way.
Turney continued to write.“The son will save her.”
“Only the golden child can save you,” she whispered to Sam, gripping his arm.
Sam showed no reaction other than the corners of his eyes tightening. She rushed to the messy desk and searched for a blank piece of paper and something to write with to jot down the prophecy.
Turney dropped the marker and stumbled back as he read what he wrote. He looked over his shoulder at Sam with clarity. “She will die by the Lux King’s hand if the son is not found in time.”
“Thank theSeraphim,” Rory breathed. Her stomach wasn’t going to blow up if they had tofindwhatever son he spoke of.
Turney left the room and went about his business as if they wereno longer there. Rory and Sam made to leave, but she stopped and turned to theSibyl. “Thank you.”
The man ignored her, and she shrugged. Once she and Sam were in the hall, the lock clicked.
“How did he move that fast?” she asked, staring at the door. He’d been across the room.
Sam grabbed one of her shoulders and guided her toward the staircase. “It is not important. We need to go home.”
“I’m still hungry,” she protested.
His mouth jerked to the side. “I will make you an egg smoothie.”
