I noticed the change in wording fromdreamtovisionbut put it aside as I ran through the memory as quickly as I could, not wanting to linger. Dread filled me again.
“Well, Amos is right about one thing,” she said, her words making my stomach lurch.
“What?”
“I can smell your terror as you relive the vision, but your heart rate plummets, which is counter to any other creature’s natural response.” Her head tilted with curiosity, as if she were trying to figure out why.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I settled on answering her original question. “No, nothing else was revealed.”
It looked like something dawned on her before she asked, “Nyleeria, can I ask you one more question about your encounter with Amos on the dance floor?”
I nodded, not wanting to answer but knowing she was following a train of thought.
“When he spoke to you, was it like you and I are talking right now?”
A shiver ran through me. “No. It was loud, as if it were coming from inside my mind, from all around me.”
“May I invite Myron back in?” Her voice was calm, but I could feel a sense of urgency in her tone that I hadn’t detected before.
I nodded, not thinking I had any other option, and curious about what my answers had revealed to her.
She got up and went to the door, then returned to my side. Within minutes, Myron entered the room.
“What is it, darling?” he asked, concern in his eyes.
“It wasn’t a dream. It was a vision. Amos spoke in her mind, nottoher, at the celebration,” Fiona explained. Baffled, I continued listening.
His eyes widened, then shot to me, assessing. “You’re sure,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
His powers wrapped around me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, alarmed by the sudden intrusion.
“Shecanfeel you, even when it’s that subtle,” Fiora said.
“Yes, every time.”
“Tarrin,” I called to the door, and instantly, he was there. I looked back to them. “I’m sorry, I want him here with me.”
Tarrin came up to the other side of the bed. Silent, but there, ready if I needed him.
“Apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you, Nyleeria,” Myron offered.
“You’re talking about me as if I’m not here. It’s unnerving,” I said.
“Can someone please explain what’s going on?” Tarrin demanded.
Ignoring Tarrin, Fiora addressed me. “Nyleeria, Amos has a rare ability to go into minds. It’s a fickle magic, one he can’t always control, but it exists nonetheless. Normally, when he enters, the breached mind has no awareness or recollection of what’s happened. You could tell, which is why it sounded like he was in your head. But more than that, I think that when he was forced to leave, a part of his essence, his magic, was trapped inside of you. The reason those marks showed up from your dream is because it wasn’t a dream at all but what’s called a dwelling vision—as real as what happened on the dance floor—and it’s serious.” The weight of her words pressed down on me, and a new wave of dread slid down my spine.
Tarrin must have felt it too.
“Nevander,” he called out, and the door opened at the command. “Get the king.”
Chapter 28
Wisps of Legends
As we waited for Thaddeus, I climbed out of bed, padding back and forth, trying to outpace my racing thoughts. A part of Amos was inside of me. Stars, no wonder it had felt so real.
