Free Forsaken (Fated Saga Fantasy Series Book 8) by Rachel Humphrey-D'aigle Page B

this moment, has already happened, or will happen in the future.”
    It was a sad truth. She wished her visions could be more precise.
    Kanda patted her on the arm and she, Milo and Balloch headed back inside.
    Eddy sauntered up to her wearing a sly grin. “You’ll do anything to get out of that walk, won’t you?”
    She let out a timid laugh.
    Eddy stretched and sighed arrogantly. “Yup. Getting under your skin. I think my work here is done for tonight.”
    Why did the man have to be so devilishly charming? And disarming?
    “I’ll leave you to your work,” he whispered more seriously, joining the others inside the tent. She lowered her head and sighed. There was more to Eddy than first met the eye. He did know when to actually let her be so she could focus.
    Although she found it harder to do now that he had done this. She stepped into the tent and straight into her room in order to be alone. She opened a small bag and removed a few candles, lighting them. And waited. For anything to show itself to her.
    But nothing came. No new visions, only that same one.
    A man, at least she was pretty sure it was a man, based on the build from the silhouette she saw. And he was definitely around here somewhere, or had been, or would be. Which meant even if it was a future vision, it would happen soon as they were only supposed to stay here a few days.
    It was a long, restless, night.
    Cornell returned hours later having tracked nothing out of the ordinary. He was concerned though, that he wasn’t familiar enough with the magical energy in this place that he might have missed something.
    Nearing dawn, Arnon and Nashua returned. He was in human form again, but they had spotted nothing. They decided to set up a round the clock watch, just in case. And they decided that during exploration they’d each stay within a group, and no one should remain alone.
    Cornell wasn’t in the mood for sleep, so he told everyone he’d take first watch at the tent door. Nashua decided to stay with him. The others piled into their beds to try to get a few hours’ sleep before it was time to explore the valley.
    It was difficult to get excited about it though. With the worry of someone out there spying and following them. What did this man want? Who was he? Did he know about magic? Or just a stranger who happened across them?
    Juliska gazed into a flame, hoping that at some point she might get the answers they needed.
     
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    She awoke a few hours later having fallen asleep on the ground with her head propped against the side of the bed. Someone had wrapped a blanket around her. The candle was spent, the flame doused.
    Guilt fluttered through her. She had hoped to leave her room with more news. It was the reason she’d been asked to join the quest. But no one even asked her upon her exit. They just greeted her with their usual good mornings.
    “You slept?” Eddy asked her.
    “Yes. A little. I didn’t think I would. You?”
    He shrugged. “A bit here and there. Nothing to write home about.” He poured another coffee and motioned at an empty mug.
    “Yes. Please.”
    He filled the mug for her and she grabbed it. “Thanks.”
    “Made this pot myself,” he boasted. “I make a pretty good cup of mud.”
    “It’s um…” she exhaled a surly response. Always so sure of himself… but not wrong. “Yes,” she agreed. “You do.”
    “Why, thank you.”
    She took a seat at the table. There was a pile of toast and a pan of eggs and bacon. She wasn’t hungry though. Just needed coffee.
    “Do your visions make you tired?” Eddy asked, taking the seat next to her. “I mean, do they drain you, physically?”
    “Um…” no one had ever asked how her visions worked before.
    “Sorry. If it’s too personal…”
    “No. It’s fine. It’s not so much physically tiring, as mentally so.”
    “I always wondered and wanted to ask. But you’re the only seer I’ve ever been on a first name basis with.”
    “Lucky me,” she joked