Davies' POV

Everything was starting to make sense now. The pieces I once thought were random and absurd were slowly clicking into place.

This was what the old seeker meant.

I remembered the way he looked at me, like he saw through every mask I wore and he could read the script of my life even before I’d lived it.

“One of Stephanie's kids is yours,” he had said.

It felt like nonsense back then as it wasn't possible, and almost offensive. It had sounded like a parent stylishly telling his kid that he knew what he was doing.

I tried all I could not to believe it and was...