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As for the not being an infiltrator thing, I was more certain about that, but it was harder to put into words.

She just didn’tfeellike an infiltrator.

Her light had a different quality. It wasn’t soft exactly, but it didn’t have that charged up, laser-sharp aggression I associated with infiltrators. It felt more open, maybe more transparent, than the light of most infiltrators I knew.

She looked familiar to me somehow.

I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, what it was or who it was she reminded me of. I knew I’d never met her before, at least not since I’d known myself as a seer and learned how to access a seer’s photographic memory.

A man stood next to her.

After a few seconds, I found myself staring at him, as well.

He had blue eyes, like a really, really light turquoise blue, that seemed to shine with their own inner glow. He was handsome, and his light brown hair was bleached blond from the sun. The blond color alone was so unusual on a seer that I couldn’t help but stare at him, and at his tanned features. His looks almost reminded me of Balidor’s, they were so human-like.

That, or maybe Jon’s.

His eyes betrayed him as seer, though, even more than his height. That, and the way he moved, even apart from the breathtaking stillness I felt from hisaleimi.

He didn’t feel young to me, either.

He might have been older than the woman or younger; I still didn’t understand seer aging well enough to be able to guess either of theirs with any certainty.

Next to me, I felt another spark of reaction off Revik’s light.

That one felt denser, more complicated.

I fought not to look at him, but I swore I felt an apology in there somewhere. It might have been guilt. It might even have been shame. Whatever it was, it was strong enough that it felt tinged with fear to me––maybe even panic.

He reached for my hand and I finally looked at him.

I’d half-expected to find him staring at Dalejem.

But he wasn’t.

Instead, he stared at the woman, the same one I’d been looking at, with the forest-green eyes and that long, straight black hair.

Revik gripped my hand tightly in his. His mind opened suddenly, blurting words, a string that came out so fast it was almost unintelligible.

Gods, Allie,he sent, that panic rising in his light.Allie, honey. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t tell you. I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell you. She made me vow it. When you were fuckingbornthey made me vow it. Both of them. Before I knew you at all. I’m so sorry, Allie. Please forgive me…

I stared at him, my mouth curling in a frown.

Sorry? What the hell was he sorry about?

Tell me what?

My confusion only deepened as I sorted through his words, then followed his eyes back to where he stared at the green-eyed woman.

That time, I paused on her face.

When I did, something clicked.

Once it had, I couldn’t unsee it, even as I found myself understanding suddenly why her narrow face looked so familiar.

She looked like me.

Replaying Revik’s words, I stared at her, then at the taller, blond-haired and blue-eyed seer who stood next to her, smiling at me. Both of them looked like me, albeit in different ways. I saw myself in those faces, and even in their bodies, especially hers.