“Do you want me to do something about it?” Michael murmured, pushing her mug closer to her, encouraging her to drink.
“What? About Karl?”
He nodded.
“Don’t be silly,” she told him, although she was quietly warmed by his protectiveness.
When she looked at him again for a moment she saw him different, as though he was glowing. It was different from the normal visions the Sight had given her, it was never real. This scared her.
“Jazz?”
She shook her head and smiled. Michael had been her boyfriend for nearly a year now. They talked, about everything, and about nothing. She had never felt this strong a connection with anyone before. Sometimes she could feel it in the way their hands touched. There was a connection, physical and emotional and sometimes she wondered if maybe she should take it further…
“It’s nothing,” she said.
“You Seeing things again?”
Yes, she had told him, but how now to tell him that Morgan was going to die and that she was going to start Seeing in a way that she had never seen anything before. That it scared her. That she did not really want it.
“Did you know…” she started shyly, “..when I see you with the Sight, you’re surrounded by this light.”
Michael’s eyes narrowed in mirth.
“Maybe it’s telling you you’re safe with me then,” he said, chuckling.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Either that or you’re too good to be true.”
“Nothing, anywhere, is too good to be truth,” he replied and moved to get up.
She caught his hand and kept him there.
“Did you know…Dreamers can see the past, Diviners can see the future,” she told him, “Morgan says that Dreamers sacrifice their hold on reality sometimes…”
“And Diviners sacrifice sight, I know.”
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