"I wish I knew. The visions only hold so much information before they shut down. I haven't had one in over a century."
I think the air has gotten too thick to breathe. Kane is like me. Just like me—
"It's about Kane," I whisper, tearing up as relief and angst fill me at once.
"What's about Kane?" Chaz asks, bemused.
"The prophecy. It was never about Gage. Everyone is so fucking stupid. It even said I'd be drawn to my dark lover—that I'd gravitate toward him until at last we met. I never gravitated toward Gage. He found me. Kane and I ran into each other. I was drawn to Pine Shore. I moved there after he did. It's about Kane."
I whimper, sob, and hiccup all at once, as uncontrollable tears of pain, joy, and madness drip without mercy. She seems unaffected by my laughter that mingles with sobs as I celebrate and panic at the same time.
"This," she says, leaning over and taking my wrist in her hand, motioning to Castine's faded locator mark. My hysteria simmers down as I stare at it. "It won't work for her again. Once you killed the spirit, your power grew too strong for Castine to contend with. You opened yourself up that night by giving in to the power you truly held. Now this mark will only work if you're very, very close to her. She'll never find you otherwise."
I breathe out in relief.
"Why did you mention the dark user?" Chaz asks.
"Because," she says, smiling sadly, "he destroys their love in my vision. He's tied her to a spell, one which is powerful—"
"Been there, made it through, now I have to go save Kane. How do I break into the prison?"
