I lasted all of ten seconds—double what I’d guessed—before wind brushed against my face.
The world turned as I flipped through the air.
Then it started. The tingling. Dastien was right. A vision was coming, and I had a choice. A split second to decide whether I relaxed into it or shut it out.
Whatever the powers that be wanted to show me had to be big.
I took solace in what Dastien said.
“Let go!”
I almost didn’t understand his words, but then I did. As my shoulder hit the mat, I let go.
A flash of white filled my eyes and the gym disappeared.
Chapter Six
I stood in the cafeteria. The smell of food told me it was lunch—pizza day. Baked ziti. Warm garlic bread.
What the hell?
It was like I’d been sucked into a different place. It wasn’t at all like the last time I saw into the future, mostly because I was aware that this was a vision. Maybe Luciana’s magic really had changed my abilities for good?
I couldn’t worry about it now. The vision was happening, and I surrendered to it.
I walked with Dastien, weaving through the tables to our friends. He balanced his tray piled with more food than I could eat—which was a lot—on one hand and held a
bottle of Orangina in the other. He seemed to drink more of them when he was stressed. It must be a comfort thing.
This wasn’t so bad. Not bad at all. Definitely not what was giving me nightmares.
Dastien looked back at me over his shoulder. “Don’t worry so much, cherie. We will stop this, okay?”
While he was focusing on me, someone bumped him. The bottle slipped from his fingers.
Usually, if someone dropped something, it was caught before ever hitting the ground. Were reflexes were good. And Dastien’s were extremely good.
Instead, we both stood there, watching the bottle as it fell to the floor and shattered in a mess of soda and glass. His eyes met mine and his panic washed over me.
The vision shifted. I was sitting between Dastien and Mr. Dawson in the conference room of St. Ailbe’s main building. Twelve chairs surrounded the long oval table. Each one was taken. People stood behind the chairs, filling the room past capacity.
Everyone was arguing. Voices rose until they were impossible to differentiate.
Mr. Dawson’s voice cut above the rest. “Yes, Tessa. Do you have something to add?”
The room went quiet as everyone turned to me.
I didn’t have anything to add. What was everyone even arguing about? My heart rate picked up as I searched for what to say, but the vision shifted again.
I held hands with Dastien as we gazed over the lake. The sun hit the water in just the right way, making it shimmer in the sunset. I glanced behind us at the surrounding forest. We were on the land that Dastien had given to me. Someday we’d build a home here.
“Are you ready for this?”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but whatever it was, I was willing. He was wearing a white button down, rolled up to the elbows, and a pair of khaki pants. Definitely not what he usually wore. He was more a T-shirt and jeans kind of guy.
Something fluttered against my legs, and I looked down. I was wearing a white dress.
Dastien leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine. I closed my eyes.