DIMITRIS POV

I was stunned. Our group stood together, watching everything Gideon had to show us. My eyes were constantly going to my mates face, analyzing the play of emotions there. This was hurting her, and I wanted to stop it. But I also knew that she needed this, needed to see it. I would help her through the aftermath, as best I could.

The image changed again, and honestly, it was starting to make me dizzy. This entire time, I'd been feeling odd; The air felt sticky on my skin, too thick. I noticed a while ago that the others were visibly uncomfortable as well, apart from Clara, Gideon...