Jessica Mirkhill had had the Sight since she was a child, but, like her mother and grandmother bhefore her, she could not see much beyond the small glimmers of trivial events: how many eggs would the chickens lay today? Would there be rain or shine tomorrow? Useless little things in the greater scheme of things. Not like what Morgan was capable of: to see through the many streams of the future into the actual ocean of time and then make sense of it.
Jessica shuddered. Secretly she had always hoped that Morgan would outlive her, that way she would not, as the youngest Cassandrian, inherit the TrueSight. Of course, her actual eyesight would fade. That was not what scared her, however, it was the vastness of the ocean.
“Guess there’s no use worrying about it now,” she murmured to herself.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
The voice came out of nowhere and suddenly Jessica found herself corned, two burly arms pinned to either side of her head. She swore silently.
“Karl, don’t you ever give up?” she asked him, crossing her arms.
“I’m a slow learner.”
“Please let me go.”
“Will you go out with me?”
“No.”
“You’re way too good for Michael, Jessica. You should be with me.”
Jessica really wished she could tell him that tomorrow she was going to turn into a freak because her great-grandmother was going to be dead. That would have put him off.
“Picking on my girlfriend again?”
Karl stepped away from her, turning to face Michael, who was casually leaning against the stairwell.
“What’s it to you, St.Claire?”
“Well, she is my girlfriend,” Michael replied, holding out his hand for Jessica, “let’s go, Jazzy.”
Jessica darted down the stairs ahead of Michael, shooting an impish smile at Karl.
“Karl...stay away from her.”
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