Redefined by Jamie Magee Page B

and panic were not helping her at all. She clenched her waist as if she were bracing herself.
    “Someone amped her up, either trying to drain her or teach her how to use it real fast. She needs to control this, or she is going to purge it and the one she is fighting will claim that as a victory,” Cashton warned.
    “So is Willow helping you with the emotions thing?” I asked, knowing that girl had more than likely fought what she was going through in some way.
    “Willow is M.I.A.”
    “Excuse me?” I asked, halting my peaking anxiety. I had just saved Landen and Drake, and now she was off the reservation. No way.
    “Thanks,” she said, nodding to me, noticing how shielded my emotions were. “They just found them late yesterday. We were all out cold, so we couldn’t tell them to look in New Orleans - and when we did tell them they were on the move, so it took them a day or so to find them.”
    “Are they okay?”
    “I assume they’re with your buddy.”
    “Silas,” I seethed.
    Instantly, I grasped what had happened. Bianca, disguised as Winston, was given to us by Clarissa, and she got him from Silas. Why would the all-knowing Silas send her right to me? Right to Chara? Was he that cold? What was he looking for - for me to run to him for help? Was he trying to prove I still needed him, even after finding this family, after Draven apparently finding his peace? And where was the real Winston? Was he a part of this - or was he a victim?
    “Yep. I haven’t gotten all the details yet. I haven’t really left you for long and they all scattered to find them when we woke up.”
    A tingling sensation engulfed my mind. I saw Madison and Olivia sitting at the foot of this bed practicing this meditation thing. I saw something else, too. I saw Madison’s soul rise from her body and wander around the room as Olivia coached her on what she should be feeling, seeing...what she was capable of.
    My eyes grew wide and I held my breath, thinking that would halt my emotions - which were everything from terror to joy.
    Madison’s eyebrows rose slightly as a smirk lingered on the corners of her lips. “Looks like that little sleeping pill helped your seeing issue. I was blocking you with everything I had - and you still got through.”
    “What did you see?” Cashton asked.
    I ignored him.
    “Madison.” I gulped, ignoring that notion. I knew my seeing was getting stronger before I went to sleep. “How...why...is that safe? To move outside of your body like that?”
    “You’re telling me you forgot how to do that?!” Cashton exclaimed, like it was as simple as walking.
    She glanced at the book in her hand, then up to me. “We are energy and we can move anywhere, at anytime. We just have to believe we can. It’s just like The Realm, only it’s here.”
    “Truth.” Cashton said. “Half the reason we live for so long is because we never exert our bodies - we use our souls to move around more than the vessel.”
    “Was...was...was it hard?” I asked Madison.
    I didn’t know what to say. The images in my mind were too clear. I felt like I was there, that the lesson she learned was mine as well, like I had done this as Cashton claimed I had. Then again, my ability to see had been amped up for sure. It was like I was staring at real life and TV side by side. It was rather annoying, to say the least.
    “It’s hard to let go, but once you feel that peace, you drift. Olivia is a good teacher.”
    “Where’s Monroe?” I asked, instantly seeing her in a kitchen, one that looked like it belonged to this house simply because that room had books from wall to wall as well. “Grayson? Is he here?”
    Madison nodded to confirm the question I was asking myself.
    “She’s downstairs. Grayson...he left. He’s looking to either save or kill Winston, and he’s doing so from Esterious.
    “Save or kill?” I repeated.
    “Yeah. If he didn’t cross over and is with his dad against his will, he plans to save him. If he did -