I walk
downstairs, unable to go back to sleep.
I pace a few laps on the ceiling and realize that I’ve woken Grace up.
She
widens her eyes when she sees me, but then she smiles. “Hi.
You’re walking on the ceiling. You
probably do that every night, right?”
I
quietly walk down the wall and over to the couch, where Grace sits against a
pillow. “No. Only when I’m nervous.”
She
nods.
“So how’s
Violet’s little mission going to go down?”
I ask, sitting next to her and folding my knees up to my chest.
She
looks at me, her lips pressed tightly and her visible eye sparkling. I can’t tell whether it’s from excitement or
fear. She looks like she’s fighting some
sort of inner battle.
“Grace. Tell me.”
“I…I
can’t. You’ll try to change it. I know it.
If you try to change it, you could…you could end up like them. Or worse.
The chance that everything will turn out the way you want is so small….
It would be near impossible, even with an expert Seer. And I’m…I’m only fourteen. Far from expert. I can’t,” she says. I realize that her eyes were sparkling from
tears.
“Please,
Grace.”
“You
have to promise me. Promise you won’t
try to change it,” she says. She bites
her lip. Her voice cracks when she says ‘change.’
I feel
a horrible sinking feeling in my stomach.
“Katie,”
she says, shaking her head and looking down into nothing. “They’re going to die.”
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