CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

I woke with a start. Pulling off the covers, I began my day, cleaning myself up and the room. Despite the happy grins I shared with Tina and Ace, there was one thing that lingered in my mind. The horrifying dream I had the night before. I needed to see Connor.

Each time I thought of him, of them, the image of them dying at my feet took control of my mind. I grasped at reason that they were alive and well and did not have throats slit.

Each of my vision became true and this was a vision I could not let come to pass, no matter what. It was too clear and felt too real. Even till the end of that horrible vision, they were protecting me.

Curling my hands into tiny fists, I decided I was going to protect them this time. First things first, I needed a plan. One that would actually work.

I tried to remember who was the one who killed them and got a painful headache in return. Gloved hands were all I could see and remember. How is that supposed to be a clue? It could be anyone. Father, a w