Chapter 23

Arya

“What?” I ask urgently. I stand up and stare into her eyes as she looks up at me. “What do you mean by that? Is something bad going to happen?”

“I don’t know yet, Arya,” Nancy says, her voice low and a little shaky. “I can’t really see anything clearly. All I have are vague flashes and ideas and I don’t really know how to make sense of them.”

“Can you try?” I say.

I know that sounds off. I know that’s too much to ask from someone I don’t really know well and it’s very demanding of me, but the way she said it . . . it just feels ominous. Like something bigger and more threatening is going to come and ruin everything, not just my relationship with Elliot.

My heart is hammering inside my chest now, so fast that I have to take pauses to catch my breath.

Nancy must have noticed that I’m basically hyperventilating, because she stands up and puts her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes are wide with concern but I can’t bring myself to stare back at them.

“Hey, calm down, Arya,” she whispers