Shay didn't have to be told twice once Gabriel wasn't in the line of sight of the door. She didn't even care if it looked like she was running from him; Shay needed distance from that club, from him, from the magic there.
Once she was a block away, having run as far as she could, Shay leaned against a building, hit it several times with a fist and went to a crouch, holding her head. She hadn't thought about it until then, but weren't her dreams retrospect? They'd always been, as far as she knew.
In what situation, at what time, would /that/ dream have happened before now? It made no sense. Shay held her head, wracked her brain for answers she didn't have. No, no. That dream couldn't have been hindsight. It had to be the possible outcome of death to come. It had to. Even if that didn't make total sense. Even if it had never happened before.
Eroshay cursed to herself.
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