“Was it resonance?” Hassen asks. “You can share such things with us. We will know soon enough anyhow.” “If it was resonance, would Rokan not already know?” I snap. “He seems to know everything already. Ask him what I dreamed about last night.” “The enemy,” Rokan says simply. “You have not slept well since they arrived.” I choke back my protest, because he is right. Shocked, I stare at him.
