Page 55 of Her Arranged Alpha
"I'm fine."
"You're shaking, and I know it's not just because of your head. So, either you have a concussion or something else is bothering you."
She remained quiet for a moment when she looked at me. I could see fear in her eyes as she took my hands. "I…"
Someone walked by us, and Jillian fell silent. I suddenly remembered that there were people all over. So, I scooped her up and headed for my car across the street.
"Maddox, put me down. I can walk."
"Just let me carry you," I said, holding her tighter to me. Her entire body shook, and it scared me. What had happened? Had they said something to her? Done something to her besides shove her?
"What happened?" I asked as I opened the passenger side door and set her inside. I leaned in close, blocking anyone from seeing or hearing her. "Tell me."
"Nothing happened with them. They were just being asses."
"Then why are you shaking?"
She swallowed and licked her lips. Then she spoke. "When I was pushed down…I had a vision."
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
She frowned. "Like what Sam has. Visions. But I was watching people get hurt, and I felt anger." She wet her lips. "I think I was seeing it all through his eyes. The future through him. I was in his head."
My blood felt utterly cold, and I soaked her words in. Did that mean she was a psychic like Sam was? How many times had this happened to her?
"Has this happened before?"
She shook her head. "No, I've never been able to do this."
I smiled at her. "Jillian, this is good news. You're a seer like Sam is."
But she didn't smile at me, and I didn't understand why.
She licked her lips. "I was scared. To feel anger and pure rage like that." She shook her head. "I don't want to feel that again."
I leaned forward, pulling her into a hug. I held her tightly, stroking her head. "You're going to be okay. You can talk to Sam and the witches about this. They will know so much and be able to help you."
She was silent for a long moment before she whispered. "We have to tell the Council."
I was sure they would have tons of questions, but they would see this as a good thing. Sam was able to see things, so this wasn't new news.
"I'm sure they are going to have tons of questions, but everything is going to be fine."
She shook her head. "I don't think it's going to be that simple.".
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
We headed to the Council to inform them of what we had found out. Jillian was frozen in her seat, almost afraid. Her fingers picked at her nails, her left leg bouncing. I didn't know what to do to help her. I didn't know who to call.
I thought of calling Jay and Sam since Sam had visions before, but I don't recall them being in the mind of the man who was creating all of these problems. Sam's visions were different from Jillian's.
We pulled up in front of the building, and I hated how it reminded me of a jail. I knew that was how Jillian felt, so I took her hand. We headed inside, going straight up to the third floor. As we arrived, I informed the receptionist that we needed to see the Council. We were told that they would be free in a moment.
We took a seat in the hallway, and I glanced at Jillian. She chewed on her lower lip, her eyes glued to the floor.
"They will want to lock me up," Jillian said softly, her eyes not looking at me.
"They won't," I said softly. "This isn't like last time."
