I bite my lip, “I…I think I saw one of my sisters. I saw your mate,” I look at Rafael and mutter, “I saw her. She was so scared.”
I look at Michael and gasp, “I think I dreamt about your mate too.”
“Was it the girl in your vision?” Lucifer asks.
I nod, “Yeah, It makes sense now. This is the second female I’ve had visions of.”
Michael’s jaw ticks, “Did you see where my mate was? What did she look like?”
Inhaling hard, I sit and rub my palms across my face. “She was running from someone. She kept looking at the letter, thinking she’d be safe once she reached the airport. It has to be somewhere in Latin America because she spoke Spanish. She was hiding when a red-eyed creature tried to hurt her, and she attacked him.” I touch my hair. “She looked into broken glass, and I could see her.
