Davien's P. O. V
"Don't you have anything stronger than beer?" Jonas asked rummaging through my fridge uninvited. He stuck his head out to reveal four cans of beer in his hands, two in each, and a wide grin on his face.
He corked open the cans and sat across me at the dining table, he passed Flock a can but he politely refused, then diverted his attention to me.
"Suit yourself." Jonas said then crossed his legs over the table, helping himself to all four cans.
He had made the atmosphere a bit lighter with his carefree attitude, but my mind was still drawn to Valerie upstairs, who by some means became a Seer, something I needed clearing up on.
Rolling my sleeves up I asked, "So tell me about this Seer business, and what it has to do with Valerie."
