I speed up so I can walk next to him and wrap my arm around his waist. His arm comes around my shoulders, and he drops a kiss on the top of my head.
“That’s understandable. It is an extra sense for you,” Hades mutters thoughtfully. “If you allow me too, I can use my magic to see if there’s any sort of block on your visions?”
Zev nods, “Yes, please.” He adds, “Can you do it while we’re moving?”
Hades shrugs, “Sure. Just don’t fight my magic when it nudges yours.”
“Got it,” Zev says.
We all stay silent and carry on walking, and I feel Hades' magic grow for a moment and then fade again.
“There’s nothing that I can find that would suggest that your magic is blocked or has been tampered with in any way,” Hades tells him.
“Thanks for checking,” Zev replies, his eyebrows drawn down into a heavy frown.
“It’s quite possible that it’s the realm that’s messing with your visions,” Mayhem says.
“He’s right. You also don’t tend to get too many visions that involve us, so there’s also a chance that’s why,” Rival agrees.
“Thanks, guys. Hopefully, I’ll get one soon or at least know why they’ve disappeared. I never thought I would feel like this if I stopped getting them. In fact, for a long time that’s what I wished for,” Zev replies.
“The magic is still there, they aren’t gone forever,” Hades tells him reassuringly.
“Are you sure?” Zev asks, hope in his voice.
Hades nods, “Absolutely. Whatever is going on, it’s a temporary thing. It won’t last forever.”
“Thank fuck.”
As if the gods, ancients, or whoever it is who is in charge of these kinds of things has heard Zev’s plea and knows the effect that losing his vision is having on him, Zev’s eyes turn white.
He freezes in place.
His arm is holding me so tightly that I can’t move.
The others immediately stop and then surround us, keeping us both safe while Zev has his vision.
“What’s going on?” Rast asks, worry in his tone.
“He’s having a vision,” Loki replies and then adds drily, “which is one hell of a coincidence considering the conversation that we have just been having.”
“I’ll fucking say,” Rast replies. After a few moments, he adds, “Is it normal for it to last this long?”
“No,” I reply somewhat bluntly.
Chapter Thirteen
Farren
It carries on, taking longer than I have known it to. It’s not as flashy as some of his other visions, he’s not floating, there’s no wind coming from nowhere, his eyes are simply white, and he’s frozen in place.
Somehow, though, that makes it worse.
“Come on, man,” Kill mutters worriedly.
It takes a few more moments, but finally his eyes clear. He lets go of me, leaning forward and placing his hands on his knees as he takes a couple of moments to breathe, and I rub his back, hoping that I’m being reassuring and not making it worse.
“I have never seen anything like that before. Are you okay, mate?” Rast asks Zev.
