Lynn's POV
I tried again. And again. And again.
For hours, I sat in that hospital bed, eyes closed, concentrating with every ounce of willpower I possessed.
Nothing.
I even tried self-hypnosis techniques I'd learned in law school for stress management. Focused breathing. Visualization. Meditation.
Still nothing. Just the same frustrating darkness.
"This isn't working," Iris said gently. "You're trying too hard. Forcing it."
"I need to SEE!" Frustration made my voice sharp. "Logan could be dying right now and I don't know. I can't feel him through the bond anymore—the distance is too great. I need my prophecy to tell me he's okay!"
This was the first time I'd ever desperately wanted to use my abilities. The first time I'd craved the gift I'd inherited. And it refused to answer.
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