“Are you all right?” Penelope asked from Orianna’s other side.
She managed a nod. “Yes. I’m sorry about that. I just…”
Orianna closed her eyes as the vision overtook her once more. She was standing over the body of a man. No, not a man. Obsidian. His eyes were closed, and Penelope was kneeling beside him, cradling his head as she rocked, tears flooding down her face.
“Oh, God.”
“Bring her some water,” Penelope insisted.
“Perhaps we should give her some air,” someone suggested before the bodies began to scatter.
“Talk to me,” Eclipse urged, one long finger curling under her chin to turn her head toward him.
His eyes moved over her face as though assessing to ensure she wasn’t going to topple over again.
“I…” She swallowed hard. “I saw something.”
His beautiful face contorted into a frown. “What?”
Orianna looked up, her gaze searching until she found the male in her vision. “I saw you,” she told Obsidian. “I don’t know what it means. I just…”
“What did you see?” Penelope’s voice was soft, her hand gentle as it settled on Orianna’s arm.
Dropping her gaze to her hands, she inhaled, then released it slowly. “I saw Obsidian lying on the ground. You were holding his head and crying.”
Penelope’s sharp gasp tore at Orianna’s heart. It was the one thing she’d always hated about revealing her visions. Most people thought she was crazy, and she couldn’t necessarily blame them. It was always worse when the visions weren’t necessarily pleasant.
“You were in a bright white room, no color whatsoever. I have no idea what it means, or if it’s past or present…”
Orianna breathed in through her nose, out through her mouth.
“Have they always come to fruition?” Obsidian asked. “Your visions?”
Without looking up at him, she nodded. It pained her to admit that, because most of the time she had no idea what the visions meant. “But they aren’t always cut-and-dry. It’s often open to interpretation.”
“What else did you see?” Eclipse asked, his voice calm and comforting.
“That’s all.” She cut her eyes to Penelope. “Except … I don’t mean to be intrusive, but … are you pregnant? Or were you?”
Penelope nodded. “I am, yes.”
“How far along?”
Penelope’s hand instantly went to her belly, as though protecting what was most precious to her. “Nine weeks.”
Orianna exhaled heavily. “Then I think it’s far in the future. In my vision, you’re quite pregnant.”
A rough growl had Orianna’s head snapping up to Obsidian.
“What?”
Eclipse was the one to speak. “Angel pregnancies aren’t the same as humans’.”
“How so?”
“Where human female pregnancies last forty weeks, angels are on a much faster timeline. More like twenty weeks.”
“Seventeen,” Penelope said. “On average.”
