“Finally! I’ve been waiting for you to come and talk to me.”
I cocked an eyebrow at the young Mer grinning at me from his couch. Marcum had been placed in the Royal wing, too. I felt slightly better about not being the only non-Royal to avoid the barracks.
Still, having the wraiths covering for us opened up all kinds of possibilities . . .
I had plans to sneak out again. Soon. Tonight, if things went well. But I didn’t want anyone else to know.
Not even Dane.
I gave him an uneasy look and got back to the matter at hand.
“So, do you know . . . everything?”
He gave a quick shout of laughter.
“Definitely not,” he said, smoothing down his uniform. Marcum might be attending the Academy, but he already had the job. He didn’t have to take combat.
As the first Seer in centuries, he had his own personal guard.
And . . . he was taught other methods of self-preservation. Privately, from what I understood. What I would give to be a starfish on the wall in those private lessons!
“I see meaningful events, destinies, things like that. I do get snippets of the mundane as well. But not everything that is happening to everyone at all times.” He grinned at me. “That would be exhausting. And a bit creepy.”
I nodded, feeling a bit of relief. I’d had the terrible idea that between Annaruth and Marcum, I might not have any privacy at all.
“A lot of my visions are about you, however.”
“Me?” I asked, my eyes wide. I looked at Dane and back at Marcum. “Do I want to know?”
“You didn’t come here to ask me about yourself, did you, Tri?”
I shook my head and he smiled.
“Go on, then. Ask me.”
“Can you see the truth of what happened . . . in the past?”
“Ah . . . that is a very interesting question,” he said. “I can sometimes attempt to see something specific. An event. Or a particular Mer. Even two-leggers, on occasion.”
“Two-leggers?” I asked in awe.
“Of course. Why would my vision be restricted by water and air if it is not restricted by time or space? Now tell me what you wish you know.”
I looked at Dane. He nodded.
“I wish to know if the tale of how we came to be is true. I want to know if the lovers are still alive. And if the witch yet roams the earth.”
“I am not familiar with this tale,” Marcum said, leaning forward. “Tell me.”