"You have the Cassandra Syndrome," Gabriel said stiffly. "You will have the power to see the past, the present, and future events. On the day you turn eighteen, you will officially be a High Priestess of Apollo."
"Oh, great," I said sarcastically. "I'm turning eighteen in a few weeks."
"I know. I'll help you control your powers when they manifest themselves on your birthday." Gabriel said earnestly as he grinned at me. "I heard the prophecies and premonitions are so horrible for a person with this syndrome you'd want to claw your eyeballs out of your eye sockets but I think there is a reason Aphrodite favored you out of all people who had the curse."
I propped myself up on an elbow so I could look directly into his face and scan him for well-intentioned lies. Even in the moonlight dribbling through the window, I could see the intense jewels of his blue eyes.
"Ugh, I think I'll become crazy." I flopped back into the bed in misery.
