Chapter 47

Dylan's POV

I kept on pacing around my room thinking what to do. What was it that I saw? Is it true? No! it can't be.

But Cyreana's predicted imminent vision can never be wrong.

I sat down on my bed pulling my hair. It's been three days since that incident, where life took a new turn, where once again every dream that I saw that I thought would come true was snatched away from me. But most importantly I felt as if my life was being taken away from me. A part of me was being teared away from me and there was nothing I could do.

Curse all this powers that I have. It's no use to me when I can't keep or save the most important person in my life. Suddenly, I felt suffocated and I coughed patting my chest. There is this uneasiness growing inside me thinking what if Aderyn goes away from.

"No!" I found myself whisper.

"Dylan?" I heard her voice from the outside of my door.