Clueless Psychic

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

"Kian?"

"Hmm?" he replied with his eyes closed.

"Will you answer my question now?" I asked nervously. Kian tensed up beneath my hands for a moment before he relaxed again. I had a feeling he didn't want to tell me, but we had made a deal. And Kian was a man of his word.

He turned on his side so he could face me. He smiled, his features softening as he looked into my eyes. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face and kissed my forehead before he spoke.

"Do you remember the vision you had of me as a child?" I crinkled my brow, thinking of the vision.

"You mean the part about the dead people?" I shuddered, thinking how awful that must have been for him. Having traveled such a great distance just to end up in a new place full of despair. Unable to navigate his new surroundings without a parent to hold his hand and tell him that things would be okay. It made me wonder what gave him hope.

"No, the one about my mother," he corrected. I nodded. He cleared his throat before he spoke. "As I told you before, she was a powerful seer and an Elder. On that day, she told me about her visions. The first was about our planet, and the other was about me. She said, 'You will save her from the darkness. The arrow will set things in motion. The shattered glass is all the proof you need to know that she's the one who will set you free. But beware, my stubborn child, if you cage her, she will flee.'"

My mouth opened and closed as his words became clear. He turned his gaze away, avoiding my shock-filled expression. If I understood correctly, I was his guardian. I thought that would make him happy, but he didn't seem to be.

"Kian," I called to him, touching his cheek so he could look at me again. "That is good news, but you don't seem happy about it. Why?"

He leaned in and softly kissed my lips, giving me half a smile. "Do you know how long I've waited for this moment? Do you know what this would mean for my people?" he asked, then closed his eyes before looking at me again. "I waited so long that I began to not believe in my mother's words." I felt the pain in his voice. Having lost confidence in his mother's abilities.

A tear rolled down his cheek. I wiped it away and held him close to my chest, which was sticky from the whipped cream. He didn't seem to mind, but he pulled away from me, a slight panic in his eyes.

"If we perform the ritual, I would be the first of our people to have a guardian since leaving our planet. I have waited too long to find you, a stòr. I do not want to lose you now."

I tried to act calm, cool, and collected while he spoke, but as I mulled things over, I truly understood what he was trying to say. In short, shit's gonna hit the fan.

"So... tell me about this ritual," I said, trying to avoid the whole 'they're going to kill you' discussion. Because honestly, I was tired of that.

"A stòr, did you not understand what I just said?" he asked, his eyes open wide.

"Yes, but I would much rather discuss more pleasant things, if you don't mind," I said, smoothing out his brow.

"But –"

"No buts, Kian. We can talk about our imminent danger later."

"But –"

I ran my hand up his thigh, drawing lazy circles along his hip. His body immediately responded to my touch. He grabbed my wrist and growled playfully.