I kept trying to focus on glasses guy, but no matter how I strained, I couldn’t pull up his image again. It was like someone had colored over all his pages of the universe with a thick, black marker. It shouldn’t be this hard. He had nothing to do with me. I just wanted to know who he was and why the hell he thought coming to visit was a good idea.

He couldn’t be a prisoner, waltzing in wearing a fancy suit like that. Plus he’d looked like a total blueblood, all symmetrical and pretty. But Helixes didn’t wear glasses and they definitely didn’t get tattoos for fun—only ever the color-coded Helixes they earned.

So what was he?

I could only imagine two options and I wasn’t sure which was worse, because he was either undercover for Eva or working both sides with Nagi.

If Eva had sent him, she’d just thrown the guy to the wolves. And if he was working for Nagi…

That wasn’t going to fly. He could destroy Eva. Plus me and all the other Reds. He obviously hadn’t yet, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

Frustrated, I tugged the ends of my hair. I needed to see him. To figure out what this meant. Still, when I focused on the future, my mental grasp whiffed. There was nothing to grab.

I jumped up and paced a few laps around the couch, opening myself to every possibility the universe would show—which meant thousands of blue-tinged ghosts of me, layer on layer on layer, futzing around the room.

All the past. Not one blessed page from the future.

I kept straining for more until I stubbed my toe on the plastic coffee table. Before I could grab my foot, a single timeghost snapped into focus—Nagi’s ghost.

The man himself was coming for a visit.

A shaking breath slipped my lips. The immortal doctor only popped in a few times a year, but that was a few times too many.

He was the one who’d decide when it was my time to die. So maybe he was the reason for the blank?

I shivered again. Making sure he needed me alive was my number one job in life, and I had to be as prepared as I could before he darkened my door. What does he want today?

Nagi stands in the lift, chatting with—

Him.

Glasses Raven.

Shite on a saucer. It was happening now?

I banged my shins on the table so hard I almost toppled, but the pain didn’t even distract me.

Now that I had a bead on him, I tried to pull at the image. I could flip back to watch Nagi reading the news while he drank his morning coffee, but the other guy?