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Sweat beaded on Zayne's brow, and I could tell this was serious. He never broke a sweat.
âHe clasped the edges of the table, drawing air into his lungs while we watched him essentially pull himself together. It was quite a sight. Something had happened with the human. The flickering lights and the sharp buzz of electricity that had crackled through the estate were proof enough.
âWe waited for him to speak. His hair stuck out at odd angles from the number of times he had run his hands through it. I glanced at my brothers, my heart in my throat. We all wore the same perplexed expression.
âZayne's eyes ran over us, one at a time, as if he were gauging whether to risk the outcome of telling us. Then, he broke like a dam. "I have been seeing visions."
âHis words floated in the air for a second, anchored by some unseen force as he waited for our reaction. I exchanged looks with Cyrus and Kaleb before we burst into laughter.
