Page 54 of Ember's Claim
I’ve never seen someone with the ability to drag another being into a memory or vision. That being said, I have heard tales of it.
“That’s the vision face,” Gemma says.
I’ve also never seen a female nightmare. Not that I’ve seen many males of their species, but I’m intrigued. Where the hell have all these oddities been hiding? How have they been kept safe from the paranormal council?
The council has a reputation for collecting unique beings and forcing them to do their bidding.
“Are you a second-generation demon?” I ask, even though it’s far from being my business.
I’ve always had a fondness for knowledge, and to be fair, it’s what has kept me alive this long.
“Yes.” Gemma nods. “Rogue and I are sisters.”
My, my, that is interesting.
My gaze moves back to the Seelie fae and Cohen. They’re still holding on to one another for dear life, which is also intriguing.
“Wait, is that going to happen or has it already?” Cohen chokes out, looking a little dazed.
“I think that was the future,” Rogue says. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell, but…” Her face twists into a frown. “You need to take me to him. Now.”
“Whoa, take who, where?” the nightmare asks, her dark shadows swirling around her as she moves closer to her sister.
I would also like to know that information. Something in my gut says she just had a vision involving Calyx. I’d like my oldfriend to continue his long life, if at all possible, but I don’t know the nature of her gifts. Does she see all bits and pieces of the future, or only ones with dire outcomes?
Bloody hell.
My chest gets tight. I’ve become a bit spoiled over the centuries, always assuming I know all there is to know about a given subject. Being so in the dark is beginning to give me indigestion.
How can I possibly keep everyone safe if I can’t run the variables in my mind? It reminds me a little of what the young dragon alpha said regarding his lack of understanding of shifter culture.
“Rogue?” Gemma probes, frowning as she studies her sister’s face.
Rogue’s head shakes, and she turns to face the nightmare. “The plan hasn’t changed. Okay, just a tiny bit. You take Veryn to grab some of Ember’s things and to help settle her family’s frayed nerves. I have a lead I need to follow.”
“I can siphon Veryn to Haven and back in fifteen minutes,” Gemma says. “We should stick together.”
“You weren’t in my vision,” Rogue says, but her eyes don’t leave Cohen. “Also, the warlock and I have a few things to discuss.”
“It’s going to take a lot longer than fifteen minutes to talk Ember’s fathers out of coming here,” Veryn says calmly.
I’m much more interested in whatever Cohen saw in the fae female’s vision, but I know him well enough to recognize that he won’t betray her confidence unless they require my assistance.
“I hate it when you do this weird seer shit.” Gemma’s shadows spill out around her, darting toward Rogue. She tugs the fae to her, and they embrace.
I focus my gaze on Cohen. “You’ll call me if you need me?”
He nods.
After living for so long, it’s rare that anything genuinely surprises me. And yet, the last few days have been a whirlwind. I’m particularly giddy to see what comes next. I would consider myself mostly peaceful, but both the pack and the paranormal council should tread carefully.
Chapter Nineteen
Ember
Iwake up briefly when Veryn brushes a kiss over my forehead and tells me he’s running to grab clothes and necessities for both of us. The wolfsbane or the tonic still has me knocked on my ass, so I mumble a quickthanksand snuggle back into Anders.
For a guy who turns into a lion, he’s not overly furry. Then again, I’m not either, considering I change into a wolf regularly.