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Keegan studied Jaron. He was so used to bearing the weight of his foresight alone, to grappling with the knowledge and the isolation it brought. No one had ever truly understood what that was like.
How could they?
His eyes searched the dragon's face.
If there was anyone he could share his knowledge with… it had to be Jaron.
"You saw something bad, didn't you?" Jaron asked, sitting down beside Keegan.
Keegan nodded slowly. "I saw the threads of the future," he began. "They were fraying, unraveling before my eyes. It was like the very fabric of fate itself was coming undone."
Jaron tilted his head even as his brow furrowed in concern. "What does that mean?"
"I don't know," Keegan admitted, frustrated. He had a guess, but he didn't want to be right. "I have a feeling it has something to do with the kidnapper and their ritual. They're messing with forces they don't understand, and it's causing ripple effects throughout the timeline."
Jaron was silent for a moment, processing this information.
"We'll just have to stop their ritual then," he said as if it was that simple.
Maybe it was.
Keegan exhaled, glad that he'd confided in Jaron, that he had this dragon by his side to keep him rooted in the here and now when he wanted to obsess about potential futures.
"You said something about getting the money?" he asked him, closing the lid of his laptop.
"I did." Jaron gestured down at his loincloth. "This is the price I had to pay."
"Your parents are making you wear that?"
"Somehow you don't sound like you disapprove."
"That's because I don't." Keegan allowed himself a smile. "All the visions I've had of you, I've never seen you look like this."
Jaron grinned back at him. "Doesn't that mean we're making significant changes?"
Jaron's words stopped Keegan short; the dragon was right. This outfit of his was unforeseen.
What else might happen that Keegan hadn't been able to predict?
For some people, the future was an open field of endless possibilities. It hadn't been like that for Keegan for a long time. Instead, he'd been relying on his psychic GPS to navigate. 'Take this turn to get to this event faster.'
He'd found comfort in that.
Now, for the first time, he found a spark of joy, a glimmer of hope, in the unpredictable. With Jaron by his side, maybe he could return to the open field.
"Thank you," he said, drawing his mate in for a kiss.
Jaron kissed him back readily, but a hint of confusion showed on his face. "You're welcome, but for what?"
Keegan ruffled the dragon's hair. "Just for being your stubborn self." He rose to his feet, pulling Jaron up alongside him. "Let's talk to Altair and see if he's been able to find something that'll protect you against mind-control."
CHAPTER 20
Keegan knocked on Altair's office door, Jaron close behind him.
"Come in," Altair's voice called out.
Pushing the door open, Keegan stepped in. Altair sat behind his desk, a crow perched on his shoulder while Altair looked at something on his computer screen.
