Seer Among Shifters by Lola Glass EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Lola Glass
- Language: English
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I lifted my eyes from the tablet on my lap, checking the clock for what had
to be the hundredth time in an hour.
With a frustrated groan, I forced my attention back to my tablet. I’d been
trying, and failing, to get lost in my e-book for more than three hours. It
wasn’t the book’s fault; I was just too nervous to read.
Nervous, because it was January 11th, as of 45 minutes ago. And every
year, on January 11th, a little after 1 AM, I saw my future. It was also my
22nd birthday, but that didn’t really matter to me.
My birthday wasn’t the only time I saw the future. I had visions every day,
every hour. Sometimes, I had them every few minutes. But those visions
were flashes of other people’s lives, not my own. So, I’d been nervous and
unfocused all day.
My eyes scanned the words on the screen, but I was less than twenty
minutes away from the vision.
Focusing was useless.
Abandoning the tablet on my couch, I slipped off of the cushions and
tugged my blanket over my shoulders. Goosebumps broke out on my skin
when my feet touched the chilled wood. My home was an upscale apartment
with dark wood floors, light gray walls, and too many windows. I didn’t care
about the price tag, but because I lived alone, I needed the security the nice
Though it was the middle of winter in Indianapolis, all I had on was a
white bodysuit that pretty much resembled a one-piece swimsuit. I hated the
feel of most fabrics on my arms and legs, and rarely wore anything but
My hatred for clothing was a remnant of the sensory processing disorder
I’d had when I was little. Having sensory processing disorder, SPD, meant
my senses reacted to everything differently. I was overwhelmed more easily
and affected more strongly than someone without my disorder. I’d mostly
grown out of it, but some aspects of the disorder would always stick with me.
When I was a kid, clothing that felt normal to other people constantly felt
like it was scratching my skin. Now, as an adult, it was simply
uncomfortable. Blankets, I associated with safety, so they didn’t annoy me
the way clothes did. I used them to keep myself warm most of the time,
because I was always cold.
Shivering, I hurried into the kitchen. After hitting a few buttons on the
thermostat to turn the temperature up even warmer than I usually set it, I
pulled out a bottle of white wine I’d stuck in the fridge a few days earlier.
Though I’d been of legal drinking age for a year, I still hadn’t really
developed a taste for alcohol. After the vision, though, I knew I’d need it.
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