The Struggle(118)

Right now . . . we just had right now.

Seth’s lips found mine and the kiss was soul-deep. There was always something about the way he kissed me. Like it was the first and last time. There was no hurry, no rush. If he’d never said he loved me, this kiss told me he did.

But he had spoken those words.

My arms tightened around his waist as I rested my cheek against his chest. Seth’s hand smoothed up and down my back, following the line of my spine, and my eyes started to drift shut again when something occurred to me.

And then I remembered.

Sucking in air, I drew back as tension clamped down on my chest. I’d been having prophecies since Apollo had unlocked my abilities. Most of them had served as some kind of warning of what was to come.

“Josie?”

My gaze swung back to Seth’s as an icy sense of disbelief invaded my veins. It hit me then that I had seen more than just Caleb in my so-called dreams. I had heard more than just Atlas’s warning that he was coming for us, that one of us would die. I’d seen something else. I’d seen it more than once, and I knew it hadn’t been a dream.

I’d seen my own death.

Just like Atlas had come and had ended Solos’s life and how I’d seen Caleb standing before me when I’d never even met him, I knew that this prophecy would come to pass, too.

And just like Seth had promised. He had no idea, but we were to face that together.