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“What did they look like?” Nidev asked.
“I don’t know, I didn’t see the coins I only saw that they all had them.”
“This would imply they are on a prophetic timeline to be revealed to us,” Lore mused.
“If that’s true, yes,” Vex added.
“It’s true,” their Seer assured.
“It may be for you, but unless we are able to verify this, it will remain speculative.”
“Speculative fiction,” Dalk added.
“I would like permission to touch the Kings,” the Maggie girl said. “And see what I find.”
“But how does this help us see?” Vex wondered.
“She will draw what she finds,” Lore said, intrigued by the realization.
“It can’t hurt to try,” Nidev said. “How do you wish to perform this?”
Her eyes were suddenly on Rukem. “I will touch the Kings I feel compelled to touch.”
“Very well,” Nidev said. “Do as you must.”
“She’ll need something to write with and on,” her mate said, standing with her.
She made her way around the table and Rukem realized he was going to be first in this touchy feel fest.
He slid his chair out and stood.
“You can sit,” she said as she drew near.
He lowered back down, turning the chair so she had access to whatever she needed. And what might that be? When she stood next to him, he felt his brain begging him to look at her face for a perfection-flaw war. Instead he leveled a stare on her mate.
“May I have your dominant hand?” she asked.
He kept eye contact with the Spook and presented his left palm up, noting the shake in her whispered words. What did she fear? What did she know?
She took his hand in both of hers, her shaking fingers moving like a blind person learning the shape of something. He glanced up and slipped right into her wide gaze. She gasped and released his hand, then took the paper her mate held out and placed it on the table, snatching the pen next to it.
Everybody gathered around the table as she drew at gifted speeds. Her mate placed another paper down next to her and she moved over to it, the pen never slowing down as it quickly filled up with random lines he couldn’t decipher. He stared at the first page, finding incoherent shapes as she moved to a third sheet. In a matter of five minutes, she’d filled four then returned to the first page, drawing again. They gathered closer, watching her hand fly. She moved randomly from one paper to another, adding to the existing lines until he began to make out shapes.
“That’s a coin,” Nidev marveled as more lines on the pages brought images to the surface, almost as if it were buried in the ink. He soon made out Darby’s face on one of the pages and somehow as the ink flowed, the image changed. He moved his gaze to Maggie’s face, awed to find her eyes closed as she drew. She suddenly gasped and put the pen down then stared at the pages. She turned each one several times then rearranged them before taking a step back.
“Holy immortality,” Nidev muttered as they all stared. He pulled his phone out and took pictures of the final image while Rukem stared at himself and…Sophiekissing at the center of the four pages, he on one sheet, she on the other. And the coin he’d seen was now somehow the background of all four images. He realized there were two people on the coin as well. He leaned closer. That was Darby.
“Looks like you, bruh,” one of the Marsh brothers said, pointing to the other person standing with Darby. “Who is she?” the same one asked.
“It’s Darby,” Ace said, his tone masked.
“There’s three letters here,” Rukem pointed. “E-G-O.”
Nidev peered closer. “Where do you see that?”
“It’s written in my native tongue.”
“Since it’s in his native tongue, is he supposed to decipher why it’s on the coin?” Bishop asked.
