Chapter 8
Lucien got settled. He couldn't ask Elain what was going on in front of the others, but it also looked weird for him to be there without an explanation. In fact, Nesta kept giving him that death glare, the one that made a chill run down his spine. He glanced at her belly. Ok, so at least that part of the vision was true. But, what about that thing? How was Elain holding up knowing what she did?
Of course, in his rush, he may have forgotten the tiny little detail that the wedding was tomorrow. Oops. He poked the bond a little bit, just to make sure she wasn't too mad at him. Despite being able to feel each other, he never knew what to do. She pushed him away when he tried to show his feelings, but she felt lonely when he wasn't there. He prayed to the Mother and the Cauldron and whatever else was out there that this time he would get it right.
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Feyre crossed her arms and glared at her sister. "Alright. You obviously know what's going on. Tell me."
"It's nothing." Elain was a terrible actor. Feyre sighed, massaging her temples. "Look, Lucien may be head over heels for you, and, yes, everyone thinks so, but he wouldn't come without reason. He sent back saying he couldn't come when we invited him to the ceremony, so I know it's not that. Oh, and maybe the scared-rabbit look on both of your faces meant something. You two know something, so spill it."
Elain stayed silent a moment. Mor was about to say something when Elain held up her hand. "You know my seer abilities are still active every now and then. Especially in my dreams. A few nights ago I saw something...frightening. I hoped it was nothing but a nightmare. Lucien's arrival means my fears may come true. I guess he saw it, too, and thought he could help." Elain said this all barely above a whisper.