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Rufus shouted and I could hear the commotion above. "Tell my child, his Papa loves him/her so much..." I stuttered and fell to my knees and held my chest afterward. "Hey, what's going on with you?!!!" Rufus yelled at me, I just closed my eyes, is this the sign of my return to the future? What will happen in the future now and why do I feel like I'm being taken back to my real time? "Leo!" heard Drake, Rufus, and Heiley call? She is alive?

I immediately turned to my bedroom door which are still closed and no Alonso in sight. My breathing only resumed when I realized what it really was. And I wish I could say it was just a bad dream. But it wasn’t. It was a vision. A fragment of the future. And in that future, my own mate was going to kill me. And I knew, I had to get out. Something eerie lingered in the air. As I blinked and collected my wits, my vision continues to flash. And it was weighing on my chest like an anchor. Like at this second, Alonso could be standing right outside my door.

“With you, it feels different. Natural. Like it was always meant to be.” Something flickered in his eyes then, the barest crack in his control, a glimpse of something raw and unguarded. He searched her face, as if testing her words for lies, but Mae held his gaze, refusing to back down. “The future they showed me,” she continued, her chest tightening. "It felt incomplete. As if something was being kept from me. As if pieces were missing. I cannot believe it ends with only Ashar and Riven. I can feel it in my bones. There is more. There has to be."

He looked down at her, watching her scream and struggle in pain, but his mind was filled only with thoughts of me, staring into the distance. "Nina, I’ve avenged you."

He grabs my hands and pushes them off his collar. A wave of cold runs down my body, leaving me freezing and shivering. There is not even a flicker of fear in his eyes when he talks about it—not even a frown on his forehead. He is prepared. To die. “ Explain it to me. ” I yell, jerking my hands free. “ Explain to me why you think this way. And what is this all about seeing the future? ” Dustin tilts his head slightly. His deep eyes observe me, taking in my panic-stricken face, my sweating neck, my rapidly moving chest.

Despite the recovery, a lingering unease hung in the air like smoke that refused to dissipate. “They’re always a step ahead… almost like they survey us. What am I missing?” Bleak muttered, jotting on his whiteboard. The squeaks of the marker echoed through the dimly lit, isolated room. His gaze drifted over the scattered notes, connecting fragments of information like pieces of a puzzle. “What are you thinking, Emily? Leaving River will only complicate your sentence.” Bleak paused, his brow furrowed, as he connected the misplaced points. He recalled Daryl’s testimony about Hound seeing into the future. “I see! Perhaps your dark times spent in the underworld molded you.”

Tay whispers in my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. “As much as I would love to help you, sister-in-law, but I don’t have a death wish,” Nate says while stealing Future’s sandwich without her even noticing. My lips form a smile. Future is playing with her drink’s straw—she looks like she is battling with her thoughts and I make a mental note to ask about what bothers her later on. “Death wish?” I ask.

She mumbles, breaking the silence between us. She is trying to get me to talk, to say anything to her even if it might hurt her. The longer I stare at her, the more I begin to realise how and why she did what she did. I know…she had seen a glimpse of the future. She saw me die, that’s my best guess. I expected it the moment Gysla told me that Violet was starting to have visions of the future and she would eventually have visions of the past as well. I blink and blink again. There is no way I can get rid of this mark, there is no way I can turn back time and stop her from bringing harm to herself.

To her, I was nothing more than a swirl of fog and eyes in the corner. This... this wasn’t how I remembered it. My mother had always insisted there was nothing there, that it was all in my head. But now, watching from the specter’s eyes, I could see the truth. She knew. She had always known. The scene shifted, and I was watching a different night. The little girl was screaming, scrambling away from something. From me. But this time, I could move. Still silent, I reached for her, trying desperately to convey that it was okay, that I was just her from the future. My long, white, misty fingers terrified her even more, and she pressed herself against the wall.

“You’re getting us confused here. We actually got a lot going on, right now, and all of these coming together…we just need to be sure of what we are really up against.” “I’m going to tell you something you both should know,” she started. “The CC are going to try to manipulate the cleansing ritual, and there’s nothing you both are going to do here is going to stop it from happening.” “How the hell do you know that?” I asked, brows furrowed. “I’m dead,” she smirked. “We see the future.” “Well, that means you can be able to tell what—” “—in fragments.” she cut me off and I blinked, before my brain finally put it together.