“The one who has visions, right?”
“Yeah, well... surprise, Tabitha is me. I’m the one with the visions.”
“So this is like anasking for a friendsituation?”
She took a big gulp of her wine and nodded. “People freak out when they realize you get glimpses of the future. They either start demanding every little detail, or they want nothing to do with you.”
“So, you had a vision?” I swallowed back the tension building in my gut. “About me?”
She bit her lip and nodded slowly. “Nothing specific. They don’t work that way. It’s just images and emotions. I saw enough to know something’s coming for you, Sunday. I don’t know what or who or when, but I know these men are part of it. My vision made one thing clear. You need them. So I asked them to keep you safe.”
That changed things. A cold shard of fear sliced deep, lodging itself in my belly. She wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t serious. “You asked them to watch over me? And even Kingston agreed?”
“Believe it or not, getting them to agree wasn’t the hard part. They’re all crazy about you. The second they realized you were in danger, they were all but demanding to be the one to save you. It was the working together part they struggled with. But, in the end, all of them came around.” She frowned then, a shadow passing through her eyes. “There’s a fourth figure I sense around you. I didn’t see a face, so I’m not sure who it’s supposed to be, but he’s out there.”
I squirmed under her scrutiny. I knew who she saw. Who I tried—and failed—not to think about. Was she also a secret mind reader? I tried to bring up the mental shield Noah had been teaching me to use just in case. She didn’t need to know my sordid fantasies about Caleb. No one did. Panic clutched my throat, causing my breaths to come in shallow gasps.
Moira reached out, her brows furrowed. “I’m so sorry, Sunday. If I’d realized how much it would upset you, I wouldn’t have done it. I just wanted to protect you.” As soon as her hand connected with mine, a frisson of electric energy shot up my arm, and a chill bolted down my spine. The world around me went gray, and my head swam.
“Moira, what—”
I stared at her, my vision clearing as she came into focus. Her eyes were clouded, a pale smoky white. Eerie and unnerving.
“Moira! Moira, are you okay?”
Her limbs trembled, eyes rolling back in her head. Holy fuck, was she having a seizure? What did I do? How could I help her? Her hand released mine, and she went still.
As quick as it had come over her, the fit or spell or whatever it had been was gone. Blinking rapidly, she shook her head, her hair changing from a vibrant indigo to a deep emerald green. When her eyes lifted back to mine, genuine fear shone in their depths.
“Moira, what is it?”
“I saw...” She licked her lips, her voice hoarse. “It was a vision. Sunday, the things I saw.” She shook her head, refusing to elaborate on whatever had put that haunted look in her eyes. “You have a choice to make. They’re with you for a reason. If you choose wrong, the consequences will be dire.” The tremble in her words scared me. “It’s worse than I thought.”
“What consequences?”
“Death, Pestilence, Famine... and War.”
“Like the apocalypse?”
Swallowing hard, she locked gazes with me. “I think so.”
Jesus.If that wasn’t enough to knock the wind out of you... I sat there, her words heavy in my mind... and my heart. I knew the idea of having them all was too good to be true.
“Are you saying that if I don’t choose correctly, I’ll start the end of the world?”
Moira nodded.
I let out a burst of hysterical laughter. “So... no pressure then.”