He’d played all his cards and now waited for Fee’s reaction. He’d not told one soul that story. Not ever. Her brows came together in concern. He was certain she really did question his sanity. Either that, or she was waiting for him to laugh and confess it was all a joke. But it wasn’t. The vision in Delphi was as real to him as her sitting here. “Wasn’t the priestess at Delphi the one who would have visions about the future?” she asked. He nodded. “Did I tell you anything?” Nick drew back. It was one thing to have heard what the Oracle had said, another to share it. He swept an imaginary crumb off the table linen. Fee covered his hand with hers, holding him in place. “Trust me,” she told him. Nick had to smile at being persuaded with his own words. Still, he felt a bit ridiculous in saying, “She said, beware innocence.” Fee wrinkled her nose. “Beware innocence? What an odd prophecy.” “I know it sounds outrageous,” Nick said, “but, Fee, my life changed after that meeting.”
