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Triscani attacks.
    But Celestina was different. More powerful. More dangerous. Celestina saw things she could neither understand or explain, often decades into the future.. She was famous on Itara, and had been since she was a small child, nearly two thousand years ago. Even after all this time on Earth stuck on this ship, neither she, Helene, nor the Archiver council had discovered what the Triscani objective was. It appeared, generally, that they simply wanted to murder as many humans as possible. And sometimes, despite her and Helene’s best efforts, and the efforts of the Timewalkers sent to stop them, that was exactly what they did, by the millions. Bubonic plague. Influenza. World wars and famines.
    But that had all changed a few months ago. First, the Timewalker Alexa had thwarted them in Texas and prevented the release of the Red Death. Then, the scourge had changed tactics completely, confusing her further. The Triscani attack on Chicago was too concentrated, too small. They were hunting someone or something , and Celestina had spent most of the last few weeks in a trance trying to figure out what, or who, they were after.
    She’d had no luck. But she now knew there was a betrayer on the council, someone who had seen her vision log and taken action to kill the Timewalker descendant, Marina, before she could heal the Itaran male dying of Triscani poison.
    But who would try to stop Marina? And, even more importantly, why? Who was Raiden? As a Forbidden Son, he had to be born of the Itaran Queen’s lineage. But who was his mother? Why was he on Earth? And why did the Triscani want him?
    Celestina rested her cold forehead against the even colder glass of the vid screen. She ordered her pounding heart to cease its overzealous attempts to leap straight out of her chest.
    The girl must live and she must save the man in stasis. Earth’s survival depended on it. She had a day or two at most before Marina made that dive. She’d have to watch the human, and be ready. She didn’t have the luxury of using Helene’s skill with looking into the past. If she waited for that, Marina would already be dead.
    No. She’d have to wait, time everything perfectly, and take Marina at the moment of her future death. Celestina didn’t bother trying to analyze the certainty that clutched her, that made her palms sweat and her temples ache. The knowing was part of her gift and she’d long ago learned to trust it.
    Among these people she was a Seer, an orchid in a hot house, coddled, patronized, and feared. Celestina could easily see three or four days ahead, into the most probable future. Her counterpart, Helene, looked into the past, identified the Timewalkers who were destined to die, who could be taken and reassigned without disrupting the present.
    Helene had been building genealogy charts, lists of Timewalker candidates, for centuries. Still, there weren’t enough Timewalkers to do everything that needed to be done, nor enough Archivers to move them around in time. It was up to Celestina to report the future, and up to the council on board the ship to decide if or when they would intervene.
    No one on board touched the Seers, even after seven hundred years in close quarters. She understood. She avoided Helene like the plague. She had too many secrets to risk Helene’s touch.
    Just as no one looked her in the eye, or spoke to her, unless it was absolutely necessary. Normally, that suited her purposes and her plan perfectly.
    But this time she needed help. She needed someone who could open the portal for her and hold it, not just for herself, but for two. She would be able to walk the strands. This she knew. The cold webs of time and destiny were nearly as familiar to her, and perhaps more real, than this fabricated, bird-in-a-cage life she led aboard this ship.
    Whom to trust? That was the bigger problem. There were twelve who could open a portal for her, but only one man she would trust with her life and with her suspicions. Bran