“Most of my visions are feelings, things I just somehow come to know, like I know that Thador is riding back from Drunehan, though he has not told me it is so.” He licked his bottom lip and pressed them together as if debating whether to say his next words or not. “I’ve had one clear recurring vision in all of my life.” “Of what?” she asked, her heart stuttering as those piercing eyes found hers again. “You.” She knew he would say it, but it still made the whole world stop, as if she were free-falling through time.
