Future Tense
“She was sick to her stomach with fear, but she ignored it. The explosion rattled the windows and shook the floor. No way was she letting Michael do anything to Telos. She’d kill Michael herself if she had to. Behind her, Telos muttered something. She released her blocks. All of them. Hot air rolled through the room, raising the hair on her arms. All along the walls and near the ceiling, medallions the size of her palm deformed until more than a few of the faces carved in them looked like they were screaming. The effect was beyond creepy. She clapped her hands over her ears, as if that would stop the shrieking in her head. She kept herself open. For now, she was safe. With Telos blocked off on his own, there wasn’t anyone close enough for her to get hooked into. Telos strode away from her in a whisper of fabric moving and the sharp pull of his magic. Slowly, the noise receded. The windows stopped shaking. Lys braced herself, got ready for the stimuli and the rush of the future inside her head.
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