That was the tone that Cassandra used when she Saw something and, more specifically, when she Saw something bad. MT was out of bed and thundering down the stairs before her brain caught up to her body. When your sister was the most powerful seer of their age - and MT had heard whispers that Cassandra was one of the most powerful seers ever - you didn't wait around when she shouted your name.

"What?" Meer asked, breathless, as soon as she reached the kitchen, "Cassie, what did you see?"

Maybe it was nothing. The reluctant early-morning sun streamed through their windows, Theo wasn't up yet, and Cassandra was burning sage in the kitchen. It wasn't nothing; MT just wished that it was.

---