“Came true?” She gave nothing away. She wasn’t going to accuse me of being crazy. Yet.
“The first one I had was of a flood in China. I woke up panicked and convinced it was real. My dad got on the computer to prove to me it wasn’t, but then it showed up on the news. The images and video we saw were exactly what I remembered from my dream.”
“And it happened again last night?”
“This time it was a volcanic eruption. Somewhere near a jungle. The plume of ash and smoke kills everything in its path.”
Her face paled, and she pulled out her phone. After typing, she turned it so I could see the screen. “Cerro Negro volcanic eruption in Nicaragua kills over ten thousand.” I read the headline and covered my mouth. It already happened?
“I got the notification during literature,” she whispered.
It never mattered how much warning I had or how much time was between my nightmare and the actual event. I felt sick after every single one.
“You dreamed of this last night?” she asked, and I nodded. “And that always happens? You dream of something before it occurs?”
“Yeah, it’s not always the same day, but I haven’t ever been able to figure out the location before it makes the news either. I’ve tried so hard. I want to warn the country or the people, but I don’t see enough to help me figure out where or when it takes place.”
She rolled her bottom lip between her lip while staring over my shoulder. I didn’t interrupt her thinking. She was up to something. What if there was some sort of tracking spell to figure out where they take place? Was there a magical way of stopping these dreams? Could I finally sleep without worrying about what I would see next?
Chapter 26
Mrs. Hedgings opened her door and waved us inside. I should have realized where we were going the second we walked into the lab building, but Hannah was practically jogging on the way over. I doubted she would have even answered if I bothered to ask.
“What can I help you two with?” the older woman asked once we sat on the couches in the back of the room.
“Saige has psychic abilities. How did that go unnoticed by the assessments?” Hannah blurted.
I turned and shot her a look. That was rude. Mrs. Hedgings wasn’t to blame for missing something I never brought up.
Her brows rose, and she looked from Hannah to me. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, sinking into the cushion, wishing I could disappear from this conversation.
“Interesting,” she made a humming sound and picked up a notepad from the side table. “And what do these abilities include?”
“She has dreams of disasters, then they happen,” Hannah blurted in one breath.
“Saige?” Mrs. Hedgings had the pen poised over the paper. “Can you please explain for yourself?”
But it was so much easier letting Hannah take the lead. I wasn’t used to discussing this with anyone but Dad. The impulse to start braiding had never been stronger, but I managed to sit still.
“She’s right. I have dreams of disasters, some natural and some are caused by us, or well . . . humans. Non-supes.” I still wasn’t used to that word.
“What’s an example?”
“The volcanic eruption in Nicaragua. I dreamed of that last night. I saw it destroy a village.”
Her lips drew into a thin line, and she stared back at me.
“She’s had dreams of earthquakes, tornados, shootings, and what was the other one? A building collapse?” She looked at me, and I nodded. “She has the dreams, then sometime later they happen. She doesn’t know when or where she is when she dreams and hasn’t been able to figure it out before the actual event happens.”
“Ms. Jefferies, would you please let Saige speak.” Mrs. Hedgings scolded her, then angled herself toward me. “Do you dream of the disaster and then it occurs sometime in the future? What was the longest period between your dream and the event?”
I wasn’t sure, but I thought over the past few years. “I don’t think it’s ever been longer than a few days. Not quite a week.”
She jotted down a note and lifted her gaze to mine. “Anything else?”
Hannah turned to me with raised brows.