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  92. By Amanda Hocking

“You,” someone said, and I looked over to see Sunniva Kroner pointing at me. “You, I know.” I hadn’t talked to her since she recovered my memories in Förening.

“Hey,” I said. “How are you?”

She shrugged and sat down in the chair next to Pan. “Fine except I don’t know anybody here. It’s weird having your last hurrah with strangers.”

“You know Ulla, and you met me,” Eliana said brightly. “And that’s Pan. We’re not strangers.”

“Fair enough,” Sunniva replied with a slight smile.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m surprised to see you here,” I said.

She lowered her gaze, and her long, slender fingers absently toyed with a napkin on the table. “Aural healing isn’t the only thing I can do. I also have something else known as auditory precognition.”

“You can hear the future?” Pan asked uncertainly.

“Not all the time, but yes, sometimes I hear snippets of the future. I can’t control what or when or anything about it,” Sunniva explained. “What I’ve been hearing the last few days is fire and the earth rumbling.” She licked her lips and then looked up at me. “And I hear you, shouting my name.”

“I’m shouting for you?” I asked.

She nodded. “I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m supposed to be here. That you need me here for something. So here I am.”

“Thank you for being here,” I said. “I don’t know what I’ll need you for yet, but we’re happy for all the help we have.”

Eliana changed the subject after that, suddenly quizzing Sunniva about the color of everyone’s auras. Dagny had silvery white (“she’s all honesty and hard work”), Eliana’s was a vibrant lavender (“a confused hopeful daydreamer”), Pan’s was cheery green (“except for when he’s around Ulla, then it goes all pink”), and mine was still murky orange and bright yellow (“your optimism is trying to push through the damage that’s been done”).

Pan and I stayed down there a half hour longer, chatting with our friends old and new, and then we slid away up to our room.

We hadn’t been up there long, maybe fifteen minutes. I had only just changed into my pajamas, and Pan was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, when someone knocked at the hotel room door.

“Hi, sorry for bothering you,” Sunniva said. “But I was talking to Eliana and . . . Can I just come in? I think I need to do something for you.”

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“You’re sure this isn’t dangerous?” Pan asked again. He stood to the side of the room, his arms folded, as he watched Sunniva and me with trepidation.

Sunniva knelt at the headboard of the bed, and I lay on my back with my head at her knees.