“It’s fine, Clara. I just had a strange vision that I don’t understand.” “Sometimes clarity comes later,” Violet explained. “My Seer visions hardly ever show me anything that I can decipher at first. But something may come to you later to help you out.” Violet tilted her head, the purple-dyed ends of her long blond hair sliding over a shoulder. “Did you sense danger?” “No.” I paused, remembering the vines strangling a tree. “Not really. But it wasn’t exactly a good vision.”
