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Her eyes are unseeing. She’s still looking around the room, but she’s not taking anything in.

“A storm is coming,” she repeats, rushing from the bed.

Axel jumps to her side, his fingertips brushing her elbow but the touch doesn’t comfort her. Instead, she jumps away like she was burned. “A storm is coming!”

Axel’s face falls with pain as she flinches from his touch.

Delilah takes tentative steps forward, like how you would approach a spooked horse in the wild. She raises her hands in surrender and asks softly, “Was it a vision, Elysia?”

It’s a shot in the dark, but she is a seer, Delilah explains in my mind.I receive my visions while asleep, and perhaps hers are so intense she can’t wake until the message is shared.

Is that what Delilah’s mind looks like when she receives visions? Vacant?

A chill spreads down my spine at the thought.

“Yes, a mighty one, with gusts of pain and death—” She gasps suddenly, lurching forward to wrap her hands around Delilah’s forearm. She yanks on her arm until they’re eye to eye.

I’m next to her in a heartbeat, ready for…anything. Elysia might’ve proved she’s an ally, but she’s still new to this family, and I won’t allow anyone to hurt Delilah.

“You can see—you must see.”

And then suddenly, Delilah’s eyes glaze and my mate collapses.

Chapter32

Delilah

I’m tumbling.

Falling through an endless vast of nothingness.

I’m no longer in my body, in my mind. I’m within Elysia’s. I can’t touch or move, can only watch. Her mind is such a stark contrast to my golden one. I’ve hidden my pain, buried it so deep into the darkness of my subconscious it isn’t visible along the surface. Elysia’s, however, is on full display.

Her consciousness is teeming with despair.

Such immeasurable pain, it’s stifling, overwhelming,suffocatingto be within her mind. Within the chamber of thoughts and memories and visions of all those she has lost.

All she has suffered.

This is what it would look like if I opened the box of my pain.

It would consume me.

It’s consuming her. I’m surprised she’s still standing upright and not crushed by the guilt and horror of it all.

A hand clamps down on my wrist within her mind, startling me. Elysia kicks the turmoil of her mind away, creating a path to a window at the far end. “Hurry! We don’t have much time to watch,” she says.

“Are your visions forgotten after?” I ask, perplexed.

“No, but the accuracy of it will change for you. I can see it perfectly well but those who visit will—look!”

She pulls me to a halt before the dark window, and at first, I’m not sure what I’m looking at, until it moves.

I’m staring at clouds.

Tumultuous clouds full of destruction as waves below rise so high the ship tips, water spilling onto the top deck. Those on the ship are forced to cling to a post as the ship nearly capsizes.

It rights itself, but another wave slaps it again.