I grab his arm, tugging him toward the door. He yanks it away and stares at me. “Did you see the future? I can’t hide from them, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Then maybe…” Shit, I’m not even making sense. I release a frustrated breath. “We have to do something!”
How can he be so calm? His face betrays nothing as he studies me. “What did you see? Were you in the vision?”
I shake my head. Not in a no. Yes, in a no. No, wait. I bury my face in my hands.
He rests his palm on my shoulder. To comfort me? It has the opposite effect. “Answer me, Rebecca. Were you in the vision?”
“Okay, yes. Now can we go?”
Daniel curses, his hold intensifying until I look at him again. “What was it? Were they hurting you?”
I clench my fist. “It has to be wrong,” I whisper to myself.
“Are your visions ever wrong?”
I can’t breathe. I’m going to be sick.
“Rebecca, stop. You can’t give in to fear. Fear is useless. What did you see?”
I stare at him in terror anyway, and he finally seems affected by my reaction. “We were in the room. With Clausen and the others.”
“So, they got you too,” he says, but I shake my head. “What then?”
The words sound foreign to me. It makes no sense. “You were yelling and I…”
“Rebecca?”
Tears burn behind my eyes. It makes no sense! “I was holding a knife to your chest.”
He stills, the room settling in cold detachment. We stare at each other in the silence, his expression hardening into the same wall he uses against Clausen. Hurt, I reach for him but he backs away.
“I would never do that! Don’t you see? Something’s wrong. I don’t know what it means, but it can’t be what I saw. Something is messing up my visions!” I grab his sleeve, and he shrugs me off.
“Stay away from me,” he warns, reaching for the door.
“Don’t go. Please! I only told you so we can figure out what it means and fight it. You know my heart. You know that doesn’t make sense!”
He shakes his head and pulls open the door. “It makes perfect sense. I told you how this ends.”
“Daniel!” I stagger after him just in time to see him crash into Ben and Laura returning to the suite.
I hear the knocks, the voices. Of course they’re concerned, given what they just saw, but the problem is in what they didn’t see. What they will never see. What no one sees except the lone warrior who’s shoved me back to enemy lines. After several ignored attempts, Ben and Laura let themselves in.
“What happened? What did he do to you?” Ben asks, rushing to my side. Even Laura hovers at the edge of my bed with a concerned expression.
“It’s a good thing we came back when we did. Should we call Clausen?” Ben asks.
“No!” I blurt out. “It’s nothing. Daniel didn’t do anything.”
Ben and Laura exchange a glance, and my heart shifts from distress to survival. After everything I’ve done, and apparently will do to Daniel, I can’t bear responsibility for anything else. I force myself up on the mattress, rubbing any lingering emotion from my eyes. “It was just a stupid argument. I had a rough day and took it harder than I should.”
“An argument about what?”
I buy time by pulling in a long draught of air as if to steady myself.Campus bad boy. Violent criminal. Drug addict.
Bingo.
