She clawed at my arm and I released her from the vision, finding her face pale as she stared at me. “He’s my Source!” she shouted again and her palm crashed into my cheek. Pain stung keenly, locking me back in the present and finally making me hear what she’d said. I searched her eyes for the truth and found it shining back me. My mind worked over that nugget of information as I tried to figure out what to do with it. The answer came to me like a lit-up bulb and a dark smile pulled at my mouth. “Then I’m your Source too.”
