"There is more," Theo gasped, and the desperation in his eyes had curdled into something far more dangerous: a feverish, glassy-eyed mania.
His pupils were pinpricks of terror, his skin slick with a cold, sickly sweat that made him look like a corpse already beginning to decay. "I saw Iris... God help me, I saw what happened in her room yesterday."
Aurelia flinched as if he had struck her. "Theo, cease this at once--"
"I know I have no right!" he shrieked, the sound tearing from his throat like broken glass. "I know it isn't my business; I know I should have been blind to it, but the vision didn't ask permission!"
"It didn't give me a choice before it tore open my mind and forced me to watch! And I saw enough to know... I saw enough to know that she is carrying his child now!"
The silence that followed was deafening, a physical pressure that seemed to suck the oxygen from the corridor.
