Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Kas's POV

| can feel the lump in my throat give way into tears as Delilah comes into the apartment. She sets down a leather bag that looks like an old time doctor's bag and takes my hands in hers.

“Kas, what happened?" she asks. Her face is fills with worry. Lenora is rubbing soothing circles on my back. :

“| had a vision, Delilah, it was awful," | begin to sob and collapse against her. Delilah wipes my tears with her sleeve as she shushes me, rocking me gently in her arms. Her movement makes me realize | flinched when Bronx tried to do the same thing just a few moments ago. Why did | do that? Was it because of the premonition? My heart aches thinking that | did that because of something Bronx didn't actually do. It was just in my head. -

| look around and realize he isn't in the room. “Bronx?” | look around, "Where did he go?” “| think he feels guilty for slapping you,” Lenora growls in annoyed tone. She has a hand on her hip taking a judgemental stance. “Slap me? Don't be ridiculous. Bronx would never hit me, Lenora," | defend my mate with a little growl. °

“Kas, | saw it. We all did.”

"| don't remember. | can't believe it would happen," | shake my head in denial.

“Okay, if you don't remember, that's probably for the best. How about you and Delilah sit down so you can tell her what your premonition was, Kas. I'll mind link my brother and see if | can get him back here,” Lenora reassures me, "Don't worry about him.”

| let Delilah lead me to the sofa while Lenora contacts Bronx.

“Alright, Luna lokaste. May I connect with your mind?" Delilah asks. She uses my formal title indicating she needs to have control over my mind.

“Yes, please, before the memory fades. | already feel like | am starting to forget the details of it,” | sniff away the last of my tears. “Alright. This will be easier if you close your eyes and concentrate on the vision. I'm going to recite an incantation. The more | speak, the less you will be aware of your surroundings. There is a possibility that you will feel like you're in that moment again. | know it will be scary, but | need you to let yourself relive it. You may see me as a ghost in your peripheral vision if you try to look around. This is normal. | will be observing details you may not be able to because of the traumatizing nature of the event,” she explains.

a little time, then | will send Milo

may look scary, but whatever happens is normal, | assure you. | don't know

says. She goes and locks the door to the apartment and comes back

press gently against the sides of my head and she begins to murmur words in a language | don't understand. An odd sensation comes from her hands. Cooling and soft, making me feel

bed in a cold sweat. I'm aware that I'm in my premonition, but | can't stop the events from playing out. | look around and | swear | see Delilah standing just out of my vision but turning my head to face her doesn't work. She is always just out of my line of sight. | try

at me

seem like it right now, but

next to the sofa looking up

okay, Delilah? I'm so sorry you had to experience that,"

everything | need to relay to my mother so we can figure

remember at all?" |

just be an awareness. It won't feel scary like it does now,” she nods while she is explaining, “It's complex magic and taking away someone's emotions kind of falls in the gray magic area of light and dark but I think in this case, it's for the best.

is going to take a lot out of her and she will need to have a cleansing ceremony performed, but | trust her. She wouldn't offer it to me

go to the kitchen. | overhear bits and pieces of Delilah describing what happened in the vision and Lenora mentioning PTSD. They come back with Delilah holding her doctor's bag, placing it on the coffee table. She pulls out several bottles of liquid and pouches of herbs. She hands Lenora an empty glass and starts filling it

holding the glass far in front of her, "What

glass from Lenora and hands it to me. | take a sniff and almost gag. It smells of filth and rot. It reminds me of my former bedroom

to feel a bit like a heavy kiss. You need to drink the liquid without

“A-alright,” | sigh nervously.