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This felt like coming home.
How many hours of his life had he spent in this space? And it looked even better now! So much sharper. It was as if he'd switched from high-definition to 4k.
Every thread glowed with new clarity, offering him details about his visions he'd never have noticed before; the fire inJaron's eyes as he argued with his mother, the minute twitch of her fingers as she clutched her pearls.
But when Keegan focused more on the threads themselves, something disturbing caught his attention.
No, this couldn't be…
He looked at one thread, then another.
They were fraying.
Coming apart.
All of them.
What the hell?
What was going on? Was someone messing with Jaron's future?
Frantically, Keegan looked at other futures, at visions unrelated to Jaron, but they were all the same. This issue wasn't isolated to Jaron. There was nothing wrong with Jaron's future.
There was something wrong with the future in general.
Keegan pulled himself out of his visions with a sense of horror. How had he missed this before?
He got up, struggling to make sense of the discovery he'd made. What could possibly be threatening the future of everything?
The other seer?
Their ritual to change fate? That had to be it!
And now Keegan knew just how pressing it was that he put a stop to them. Everything was on the line.
Literally.
CHAPTER 19
Before Jaron returned to Keegan, he swung by his work-place. Pushing open the door to the Mortal Rights Task Force office, he was greeted by a familiar buzz of activity. Everyone was on high alert.
No wonder.
The kidnapper had made things personal by taking their boss.
Jaron found Ceska in Apollo's office, but she wasn't alone.
Along with Ianair, she stood in front of Apollo's desk, seemingly engrossed in a hushed conversation. The tension between them was unmistakable—the way Ianair's hand hovered near Ceska's arm, the slight flush on her cheeks.
Jaron paused in the doorway, watching as Ceska tilted her head up, lips parting. Ianair leaned in, and for a brief moment, it seemed like they might actually kiss. Jaron couldn't help but grin. About time those two found each other.
Except that Ianair suddenly straightened, catching sight of Jaron. He stepped back quickly, clearing his throat. "Jaron! We weren't—this isn't?—"
"Relax," Jaron said, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm happy for you guys. Really."
Ceska looked flustered but managed a small smile. "Thanks, Jaron. But we really should focus."
"Yeah," Ianair agreed, running a hand through his hair and looking everywhere but at Ceska. "Not exactly the best timing."
