“Do you think I was surprised by Melenia’s death, child?”
“Stop calling me ‘child,’” she said through gritted teeth.
“I saw her death,” he said, tapping his temple. “I saw it nearly seventeen years ago.”
“You ‘saw’ it?” She frowned. “You’re able to see the future, too?”
“On occasion.”
Lucia couldn’t wait to get away from this monster and return to Kyan, but now she found herself quite curious. The more she learned about him, the more power she’d have when they finally met in the flesh.
“Do all Watchers have prophetic abilities like yours?” she asked. “Melenia had my father believing she could see his future, and how powerful he’d become if he listened to her. However, she didn’t see her own fate.”
“Melenia didn’t possess the sight. If she had, she would have been a very different Watcher.”
“So you’re the lucky one, are you?”
“Lucky?” Again, he didn’t smile. His expression remained plaintive as he regarded her with those ancient golden eyes, set perfectly in his young golden face. “When Eva’s magic was stolen from her, I became the heir to her visions. So yes, I am the only one in the Sanctuary lucky enough to see all possible futures, to have them tearing through my mind constantly and unbidden.”
“Possible futures?” Lucia said.
His jaw tightened. “Choice, child. The freedom to choose makes all the difference. For instance, you have chosen to help the fire Kindred in his quest to destroy me. That choice determines both your fate and mine.”
“Have you seen it? My future?”
“I’ve seen enough of it.”
“Care to share any of what you’ve gleaned?”
“No.”
She felt her whole body tense up with fury. “Then I’m sure you’ve seen the day when Kyan and I finally find a wheel you haven’t tampered with.”
“Oh, child. You are in so deep you don’t even know you’re drowning. You’re right, I’ve sent my people out to slow you down. But not to stop you. Not to kill you.”
She inhaled sharply, perplexed by Timotheus’s confession and what it might mean if it were true.
“I’ve sent my people on other missions, too. Missions meant to change certain visions I find unacceptable or compromising to everything I’m here to protect. Mortals are so very fragile. They are foolish creatures who dance toward their own deaths with every idiotic decision they make. But that does not change the fact that every mortal life is precious. Some mortals simply require more protection than others.”
“Mortals like me?”
“No, not mortals like you. You—you and your new friend—you’re the ones from whom they’ll need to be protected. Remember one thing, child.”
“I told you to stop calling me ‘child,’” she hissed.
“Remember. All magic comes with a price. A price that is never revealed until after the damage has been done.”
“If I’m beyond saving, if I’ve already drowned, if I’m so dangerous that the entire mortal world is threatened by my very existence, then what is this, Timotheus? What do you want from me?”
He took one step closer, locking his serious gaze with hers. “I need you to wake up, you stupid girl.”
With a gasp, she sat up in her cot, her eyes wide open, staring wildly around at the dark, empty room.
“Thank you for introducing yourself to me, Timotheus,” she whispered.
Kyan was right—that Watcher needed to die.
CHAPTER 15