Page 98 of Visions of You
"How so?"
"I've always had the easiest time seeing the future of those most closely connected to me. Casca and Fei might not be my brothers by blood, but through our mating bond, they technically are."
Jaron's eyes widened. "So you think…"
"The kidnapper now has two people closely connected to me. That might be enough for me to cut through their warding spell. I might finally be able to see who it is."
"Really?"
"It's our best shot," Keegan said. "I'll give it everything I've got." He placed a reassuring hand on Jaron's shoulder, feeling the tension there, feeling it through their bond as well.
This mattered so much to Jaron.
Keegan wasn't going to let him down.
"I need your blood again," he said. "I've got to be as juiced up as possible if we want this to work."
Without hesitation, Jaron tilted his head, exposing the pale skin of his neck. "Take what you need."
"Think of Casca," Keegan instructed.
As Keegan's fangs sank into Jaron's neck, the familiar taste of dragon blood, of Jaron, filled his mouth. It spread through him, igniting his senses. Images began to rush in—visions blending together in a chaotic swirl.
He focused on Casca, letting the threads of the young dragon's future pull him deeper into the vision. It was almost too easy; visions cascaded like a waterfall, each one vying for attention. There must have been a million of them.
This particular dragon had the potential to live a very long life, a thought that made Keegan optimistic.
In one vision, he saw him operating on someone as a surgeon. In another, he lifted his daughter above the crowd at a festival.
Keegan didn't linger on those far-off visions. He needed something more immediate if he wanted to make sure that those futures had a chance of coming to pass.
Finally, clarity emerged.
Casca and Fei appeared before him in a brightly lit lab—the same one he'd seen in his earlier vision. They were huddled together, clinging to each other. And there stood their captor.
Malkira.
The witch who had raised Jaron. Sadness clouded her eyes as she gazed at the two young dragons.
"I wish there was another way," she said as if she meant it.
Keegan pulled back from the vision with a gasp, releasing Jaron's neck. His mind reeled from the revelation.
"Malkira," he whispered. "It's Malkira."
Keegan watched Jaron's face carefully as he revealed the truth about Malkira. Shock, disbelief, and then a flicker of anger passed over his mate's features.
His immediate reaction was denial.
"No," Jaron said, shaking his head vehemently. "That can't be right. Malkira would never do something like this."
"I know it's hard to believe, but I saw her with my own eyes. She had Casca and Fei in a lab."
Jaron began to pace the same way Keegan had before, his movements agitated. "Malkira took me in when I couldn't stand being with my parents anymore. She's like a mother to me! She wouldn't hurt anyone, let alone my brothers."
Keegan reached out, placing a hand on Jaron's arm to still him. "I get that this must be a shock, but I know what I saw. We have to face the possibility that Malkira isn't who you thought she was."
Jaron pulled away, his eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. "You don't know her like I do. There has to be another explanation. Maybe someone is forcing her to do this. Or maybe it's an imposter."
