Chapter 93. One of Our Gifts

Adira’s POV

I was stunned at what happened. Janice was too because she shot out of bed, looking distinctly at me, and blinked several times.

“Adira, my love, are you alright?” Wyatt asked, concerned. I nodded my head slowly, unable to explain what I saw just yet.

“You’re quivering.”

“I saw a picture, a vision… I’m not sure what it is,” I whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“I saw something in her head, I don’t know exactly but I think it’s her memories,” I saw a child who was loved and being tucked into bed, and in a blink of an eye, all that changed and blood splattered to the white walls of a kid’s room.

‘It’s one of our gifts,’ Kira said quietly, she too was hunted by the image we saw. I tilted her chin softly and her eyes met mine. The pain was all I saw. Physical, emotional, psychological, and all forms of pain. Emotions overwhelmed me.

“Janice,” I said, “Her name is Janice.”

“Janice, a lovely name,” Aspen murmured. She lo