Adina’s POV

I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my chest since the attack. Even now, sitting beside Nathan, I kept thinking about Jackson, about what he might be planning. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good. My instincts had rarely been wrong, and they screamed that something dark was coming.

“Nathan,” I said softly, turning toward him. “I need to meet with the seer. I have a feeling she knows more about what’s ...