Chapter 5
Chapter five
Kaleb
For years, I’ve contemplated whether these visions are real. Am I actually seeing the future before it happens, or is it a coincidence? Am I somehow involved in shaping the future, or am I just losing my mind?
Gods, what I’d do for answers.
But that image of the handsome man with the beautiful tattoos getting hurt? I shiver. There’s no way I can let that happen. Cleo takes her tiny paw and bats my shoulder as if she agrees.
I scoop her up and cuddle her to my chest. “I have to find him, Cleo.” I don’t know why, but the need to search for him has been present since that moment I left the club.
Of course I want to save him. I can’t let the vision of him come true.
If I have the ability to stop that premonition before it happens, I need to.
But there’s something more to it. Something more to the connection we shared.
Something deep down is telling me he’s important, that he’s someone meant to be in my life, for whatever reason. And I want to find out why. Call me crazy, but I always trust my gut whenever a need like this pushes me forward.
Cleo jumps off the bed before hopping onto my dresser. She paws at one of my pendants.
I yank the sheets off and follow her before grinning. “That one?” I eye the bloodstone crystal. “I could probably go for a little courage, huh? All right.” I eye the deep green gemstone with its beautiful red spots. Then, I slip the healing crystal onto my chain and tuck it into my shirt.
A sense of dread tries to creep up on me, but I’m determined to shove it away along with those images of Darius getting hurt.
I take a deep breath. “I’ll form a plan.
I have plenty of time to figure something out.
” Cleo mews as if she understands. Before my alarm can go off and scare the shit out of me, I reach for my phone and turn it off, seeing there’s a text from Stacy waiting for me.
Stacy: Got called into work early. But don’t worry, I made you a pot of coffee. I know how monstrous you can get without your caffeine. *Wink emoji*
Stacy: Call me if you need me.
Kaleb: You’re a freaking angel. Thanks for the coffee.
I grin as I make my way into the kitchen.
Sure enough, the smell of the delicious brew with hints of hazelnut floats in the air.
After my first cup of coffee, I turn on my music and let it play through the Bluetooth speakers.
Anything to shake off the fear rolling through me.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to Darius,” I say out loud.
I hop into the shower and let the hot water soothe my aching muscles. I must have been tensed up after such an intense vision.
Getting ready for the day calms my nerves.
Around noon, Cleo is in her little car seat carrier, happily purring while I drive. She’s used to traveling with me and has never once tried to run. I like to pretend that Cleo and I are attuned to each other’s feelings, and there’s a reason she’s in my life.
As I make my way through town, I drive toward the cemetery to visit my foster mom, Elizabeth.
It’s been three months since she passed away, but I try to chat with her there often.
She once told me I didn’t need to visit her grave just to talk to her, that she’d be with me in spirit anywhere I went.
But there’s something about visiting the cemetery that helps me feel more connected to her.
Even if I’m just walking around the cemetery, it helps me concentrate.
I don’t feel silly when I chat with her there.
I need to kill some time before driving to that spot from my vision, because I already know that’s what I’m going to do.
I’m going to pull off to the side of the road at thirty minutes till three and wait.
I don’t even know if the vision is supposed to happen today.
But regardless, I’ll wait there for Darius to appear every day if I have to.
Nothing will stop me from saving that man’s life.