I woke from the vision with a start, soaked in a cold sweat. Occasional tremors swept through my body, setting my tail twitching.
"Welcome back," Fate said, enveloping me in a hug.
I collapsed against her, shivering in her arms. The warmth in my soul had swelled during the vision, reaching almost unbearable levels. But more than that, the things I had seen were…unsettling. Aerion had never looked like that before. For all his playfulness, he was gentle and polite. Who had those elves, that dark guild, targeted to make him react that way? I was afraid I already knew the answer. And given how extreme his disposition, they must have succeeded in some way.
"I have to warn her," I whispered, gripping Fate's dress with both hands.
"Slow down, child. You're still unstable," she said. "Take a few seconds to catch your breath. You're safe. There's no immediate danger."
I let out a long, shuddering breath. And her arms loosened.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
