“She’s back!” Thorne shouted, alerting the rest of the room. Everyone gathered closer, their attention locked on me as they waited for me to reveal what I’d seen.
I took a shuddering breath, blinking a few times to clear my vision. “It’s not blood. It's a battlefield.”
“A battlefield?” Chaos asked.
“Specifically a powerful one. Where ley lines converge.”
My vision was still swimming in and out of focus, and my temples pounded as I struggled to remain present. Not all visions affected me like this, but some did. It was like a migraine and motion sickness on steroids. My stomach rolled as I realized what was coming. “Someone get me a bucket.”
Alek manifested one in the nick of time, holding it in range as I tossed my cookies.
Kingston held my pink locks back and patted my back like the good dad he was. “It’s okay, buddy. Just let it out. You’ll feel a lot better in a minute.”
Using the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, I straightened with a grimace. “Sorry about that.”
Alek made the bucket and its contents vanish, while Kai held out a breath mint.
“Thanks, guys,” I said with a grateful smile.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me the witch had visions?” Lucifer asked. “That would’ve been a helpful little tidbit.”
I leveled a stare at him. “I have visions. Happy?”
“And you thought to use them now? Not... any other time?”
“I can’t control when they happen. I see when the goddess wants me to.”
“Inconvenient.”
“You’re telling me.”
Hades chuckled. “Isn’t that always the way with the gods?”
His voice was the best medicine. I think I swooned a little. Seriously, the guy could make up a song about a garbage truck, and I’d play it on repeat.
Chaos crossed the room, approaching me with a determined stride. “You said battlefield.”
“Yes.”
“Which one? There are thousands.”
“I dunno, man. I’m not the expert. There were lots of dead guys wearing different uniforms. Some were red, others were blue, then there was gray, I think, and some had old-timey facial hair. You know, the crazy sideburns?” I recounted everything I’d seen to the best of my ability, hoping it might provide some kind of clue. I could tell as soon as I finished that it was less than helpful, given his frown.
Surprisingly, or maybe it wasn’t at all, Asher was the most excited by my retelling.
“Hold on! I have a map for this!” he shouted as he darted out of the room.
Remi sighed. “He’s so cute when he gets to break out his nerd stuff.”
“He is,” Rosie agreed. “Especially when it's for real and not just role-play.”
“Sexy IT guyisfun though.” Then he dropped his voice and added in an over-the-top manner, straight out of an audio erotica, “Have you tried turning her off and on again?”
Rosie blushed and nuzzled into his side as Asher burst back into the room, breathing heavily with multiple rolled maps in his hands.
“You said everything I needed to know,” he said with a grin, as he used both hands to spread the first one out. Then he frowned and flung it to the ground before selecting a different one. “There we go.”
“What is this?” Sunday asked.
