"What do you see?" he repeated softly.
"Evan." She licked her lips. For the first time in her life she forced herself to concentrate on her vision. Despite the fire, the cabin was cold. The breath of the two figures condensed as they spoke, hanging in the air like smoke. Beyond the cabin confines, the wind howled, rattling windows she couldn't see.
"Tell me what else you see."
"It feels like snow." Chill fingers of air crept around her, and she shivered.
"Do you see any people?"
"Two. Male, female." The woman had long hair that she brushed away with a cat's paw. "She has claws. Cat's claws."
"Are they talking? Can you hear what they're saying?"
"Only the woman speaks." And though her voice was soft, its mellow sound stung Maddie's ears, as grating as fingernails across a blackboard.
"What is she saying?"
"I don't know."
"Listen harder. Concentrate on the sound of her voice."
Jon squeezed her hand, running warmth through her body. She licked her lips, trying to do as he asked. Like a radio suddenly tuned, the woman's voice leapt into focus, and she told Jon, "She plans an attack. Tonight."
"Who does she plan to attack?"
"I don't know--" She hesitated.
The woman turned. There was malice on her face, malice in the air, so thick Maddie suddenly struggled to breathe. Jon called her name urgently, but he sounded so very far away. She stared at the woman with the vibrant green eyes until they all but filled her vision, became a turbulent ocean awash with venom.
"You are mine," the woman spat. "Mine."
Maddie screamed, and the dream disintegrated into darkness.
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