“You need to make her care for you quickly. All of you do. Otherwise, she won't survive what's coming,” Meena says, bumping me out of the way. I take a step back with my jaw hanging. It's well-known that Meena is a powerful seer. “You've seen a future where Emerson loves me?” I ask, sputtering out the words. She nods. “I've seen the one where she dies alone at the hands of that mongrel, too. Be sure you don't allow that one to come to fruition.”
