“A moment, please.” The seer drifted toward me, its form moving quickly.
My heart leapt, and I moved to step back, but I was too slow. The seer’s entire ethereal body flowed right into mine, freezing cold.
Suddenly, my soul felt full to bursting, like energy was blasting around inside my body, inspecting every inch of me.
I gasped and reached for Grey. He gripped my arm, helping me stand upright. My head spun and my vision went fuzzy as the energy grew and grew.
Finally, it exploded out of me. I sucked at the air, my body suddenly empty and warm.
Normal.
Panting, I looked up.
The seer stood in front of me, looking the same as ever.
“A little warning next time,” I said, panting.
Grey kept me on my feet until my limbs stopped shaking. Looking at him, I asked, “Did you know that would happen?”
He
shook his head.
I looked back at the seer. “What did you see?”
“Cursed Mates almost never survive. They aren’t powerful enough. But you…I think you might be.”
“How?”
“The answer is inside you. Inside your power. You doubt yourself and your ability to lead because you don’t understand what you are. But knowing your past will help you know your power.”
My ability to lead. My mind flashed to the leader’s chair I’d been unable to sit in. To Mac’s words. But how was I even qualified? “What power?” I barely understood my magic.
“The answers are in your past, but you must find them yourself. This is something I cannot see.”
“What about my past? Where in my past?” Again, I wished I’d known my mother. I couldn’t stop thinking of her lately, wishing that she’d survived so I could know her. Learn from her.
“That is for you to discover. Once you know what you are, what your true power is, you will have your answers. You will be able to save him.”
“I’m a seer.”
“No, you aren’t.”
It was right. The Seer’s Guild had never claimed me. Though I had a gift similar to a seer’s, I wasn’t actually one of them.
“Come.” The figure motioned me forward. “Let me see if there is anything inside your mind.”
“Are you going to do that thing again?” I asked.
“No. Then, I was looking at your magic. At your soul. This is different.”
I approached, my heart racing. The figure rested cold fingertips against my temple. They felt like an icy mist—there, but not. The chill seeped inside my head, seeming to float around inside my mind. Searching.
“Your memories…”
I looked at the seer, wanting it to continue. To speak more quickly. Finally, it did. “You have recently found a book. Your answers are there. Your friend will help you.”
“Seraphia?”