Kevin's POV
Claire walked up to me and forced me to look her in the eye with her hands on my cheeks. Her blue eyes reminded me very much of Ciara. The resemblance was uncanny although her hands were smaller than hers since she was only thirteen years old. "What did Charles do that got him killed?" the girl asked me, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"He looked into his future," I said to her, "You must know that from the memory you witnessed." She let go of me, her hands shaking.
"I know what I saw, but I wanted to hear you admit it. It's not that easy to accept," she said.
"We must not mess with the future, you know," I told her.
"Yes, I know, but he told you something, didn't he? He didn't tell you how or if you beat him, but he told you how. How is that not messing with the future?" she yelled.
"What are you talking about?" Jovenor asked.
