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distantly at the sheets. She was quiet for a few seconds and then frowned. “It wasn’t what I saw … I think it was what I felt.”
“You were shivering. Were you cold?” He wondered if she remembered him asking her that when he’d given her the antidote. The way she nodded in a slow, calculated manner said that she didn’t. She hadn’t answered him last time.
“It was dark and there was so much pain. It felt as though someone or something was restraining me. I couldn’t get free and it scared me. It was so cold, Venturi, and I felt so tired.”
“It was probably just the drain of recent events and the drug that was making you feel tired and trapped.”
“No.” She dismissed what he’d said with a shake of her head. “It was real. I know it was. Before my vision, I was in the same dark room and I felt numb, sleepy. After my vision, I returned to that dark place and I swear I felt something familiar, like a presence I should have known or a scent. There was something in it. It wasn’t a part of my vision, but it was something that my heart wanted me to see.”
He eyed her closely and thought about what she’d said. She was clutching her hand to her chest and through her fingers, he could see the glowing stone in her amulet. It was red now. When he’d seen it during the journey it had been purple, sometimes pale and other times dark, but he’d never seen it red. Her eyes dropped to it and she smiled. It had to mean something. The mark over her chest seemed to respond to it. Streaks of red pulsed around the black lines that made up the star and the symbols around it glowed faintly.
“What does it mean?”
“Valentine,” she whispered and held her hand up.
He was lost for words this time. All he could do was watch the red ribbons that were emanating from the stone. They intertwined with each other, looping together and forming the shape of something flat over her palm. It began to get clearer as more threads joined it and he at last realised that it was forming the shape of the symbol over her chest.
Moving over to the bed, he craned his neck to see it and then found he didn’t have to. With a simple twitch of her fingers, she made the symbol move so it was standing on its end. It grew, doubling in size, and shining more brightly.
“I don’t…” he started but trailed off when she held her hand up to silence him.
Looking at her face, he saw how hard she was concentrating. He hadn’t realised that it took her so much effort to conjure up the magic, especially when it was something as simple as making it take on a shape. Was there something special that she was trying to do? Was she attempting to contact Valentine somehow? He wanted to ask her, but knew his question would be met with another gesture to silence him. He decided to risk it.
“What—”
“Silence!” She waved her hand and his eyes widened when his mouth continued to move but no sound came out.
He tried to speak and panicked when he found that he had no voice. Grasping his throat, he blinked in disbelief.
All he could do was watch her while she closed her eyes and made the symbol grow again. It was almost five times the size of the one over her chest now and he still couldn’t see what she was trying to do.
He was stunned when she moved her hand and the magic symbol flattened against her palm.
“Speak to me,” she whispered and her breath seemed to make the magic shift, blowing it slightly and causing it to alter its shape. It flickered and danced, showing no sign of doing what she’d asked and then it moulded itself into a new shape. “Show me he’s all right like you were trying to in my vision.”
It took on the form of a man but remained red. Venturi recognised him as the one he’d met. His arms were strung out at his sides and he could see they were bound, but it was hard to make out any detail when the form remained nothing more than a glowing red shape.
“Valentine,” she breathed his name.
He was
“You were shivering. Were you cold?” He wondered if she remembered him asking her that when he’d given her the antidote. The way she nodded in a slow, calculated manner said that she didn’t. She hadn’t answered him last time.
“It was dark and there was so much pain. It felt as though someone or something was restraining me. I couldn’t get free and it scared me. It was so cold, Venturi, and I felt so tired.”
“It was probably just the drain of recent events and the drug that was making you feel tired and trapped.”
“No.” She dismissed what he’d said with a shake of her head. “It was real. I know it was. Before my vision, I was in the same dark room and I felt numb, sleepy. After my vision, I returned to that dark place and I swear I felt something familiar, like a presence I should have known or a scent. There was something in it. It wasn’t a part of my vision, but it was something that my heart wanted me to see.”
He eyed her closely and thought about what she’d said. She was clutching her hand to her chest and through her fingers, he could see the glowing stone in her amulet. It was red now. When he’d seen it during the journey it had been purple, sometimes pale and other times dark, but he’d never seen it red. Her eyes dropped to it and she smiled. It had to mean something. The mark over her chest seemed to respond to it. Streaks of red pulsed around the black lines that made up the star and the symbols around it glowed faintly.
“What does it mean?”
“Valentine,” she whispered and held her hand up.
He was lost for words this time. All he could do was watch the red ribbons that were emanating from the stone. They intertwined with each other, looping together and forming the shape of something flat over her palm. It began to get clearer as more threads joined it and he at last realised that it was forming the shape of the symbol over her chest.
Moving over to the bed, he craned his neck to see it and then found he didn’t have to. With a simple twitch of her fingers, she made the symbol move so it was standing on its end. It grew, doubling in size, and shining more brightly.
“I don’t…” he started but trailed off when she held her hand up to silence him.
Looking at her face, he saw how hard she was concentrating. He hadn’t realised that it took her so much effort to conjure up the magic, especially when it was something as simple as making it take on a shape. Was there something special that she was trying to do? Was she attempting to contact Valentine somehow? He wanted to ask her, but knew his question would be met with another gesture to silence him. He decided to risk it.
“What—”
“Silence!” She waved her hand and his eyes widened when his mouth continued to move but no sound came out.
He tried to speak and panicked when he found that he had no voice. Grasping his throat, he blinked in disbelief.
All he could do was watch her while she closed her eyes and made the symbol grow again. It was almost five times the size of the one over her chest now and he still couldn’t see what she was trying to do.
He was stunned when she moved her hand and the magic symbol flattened against her palm.
“Speak to me,” she whispered and her breath seemed to make the magic shift, blowing it slightly and causing it to alter its shape. It flickered and danced, showing no sign of doing what she’d asked and then it moulded itself into a new shape. “Show me he’s all right like you were trying to in my vision.”
It took on the form of a man but remained red. Venturi recognised him as the one he’d met. His arms were strung out at his sides and he could see they were bound, but it was hard to make out any detail when the form remained nothing more than a glowing red shape.
“Valentine,” she breathed his name.
He was
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