Her gut twisted. She must tell him the truth. Then again, would he hate her for not saving his friend? Or worse, would he think she was crazy because of her sights?
She licked her dry lips. “I... I have a special gift, Felix. Ever since I was a little girl, I have received forewarnings.”
His forehead creased in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
She took a deep breath and slowly released it. “Felix, I’ve seen a few things on this trek—beforethey happened.” She paused, waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t. “I had a forewarning about our kiss. I also knew something was going to happen before Suzette screamed when the ants covered her. Do you not remember me asking if you’d heard someone scream?”
Slowly, he shook his head.
“I also had a premonition about you getting hit with a poisonous dart. Well... Ithinkit was poisonous. All I know is that you get hit with a dart.”
“And the fruit?”
“Yes. That is why I’d acted the way I did when I slapped it out of your hand. In my premonition, I saw you taking a bite and falling over dead—like the monkey.”
There was a long stretch of silence between them as she studied his expression. So far, he wasn’t looking at her as though she was crazy. However, he still didn’t appear to believe her story, either.
“What about Carlos?”
Frowning, she shook her head. “I didn’t get any forewarning. I don’t know why, either. If I had seen it, I could have stopped him.” Her voice broke, so she stopped. Tears stung her eyes again. “I’m sorry, Felix. I really wish I could have stopped it.”
His confused expression left as sadness took over. His eyes watered as he lowered his gaze. “There’s no use living in the past. We must move forward.”
Her heart broke again, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling his face back to the crook of her neck. “I’m here,” she whispered. “I’ll always be here for you, Felix.”
Although she probably shouldn’t have said it, she couldn’t stop herself. She loved him, and at this moment, she wanted to share in his grief. She wanted to share the pain of losing a friend.
Chapter Fourteen
Felix pushed his group—whosenumber was diminishing each and every day—faster. His mind had been in a haze since the croc killed Carlos. And, since Katrina hit him with that shocking confession.
How could he believe her? He’d never heard of such a thing. And yet, during those times she’d mentioned, he did recall being suspicious of her. Especially with the banana. Had she really seen what might have happened to him if he had taken a bite?
Felix didn’t want to believe, but every instance made him more curious. She didn’t appear to be a person who was out of their mind insane, which left him to think that maybe, just maybe, she had received those visions, even as remarkable as it sounds.
Inwardly, he grumbled as he pushed his fingers through his damp hair. He really didn’t need more on his conscience. Wasn’t it enough that he couldn’t figure out what was going on in the jungle? Wasn’t it enough that they all relied on him to get them to safety? He glanced up at the sky, thankful they were at a point in the jungle where the canopy trees didn’t block the sun. Soon it would be night, and unfortunately, they weren’t at the rubber tree plantation yet. Tomorrow, for certain.
