Victoria Roux works for SS10, and leads a normal spy life. Just one thing. She can see the future, an ability that nobody else has. Until she bumps into a man. Can she trust him with her secrets? And can she rely on him in her time of need?


1. Prologue

“Stay here! And whatever you do, keep quiet!” her mum hissed as she shoved them in the cupboard under the stairs. Her eldest brother was talking to her dad. What was going on? Her other brother pulled her in and soon, the door was closed and there was silence. She hated silence. For her, it meant nothing was there. Nothing.

Then, there was the smashing of glass. Shouting. Banging. What was happening? Something thumped the door. She hid in her eldest brother’s chest. Questions sprung to her head, but she kept quiet. This wasn’t the time. Light flooded in to the room.

What was happening?

* * * * *

6 years later:

“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me!-ˮ

“Happy birthday to no one! Happy Birthday to who?” the other children laughed and ran away. She hid her face in her jumper to hide the tears. She hated this. Why did they do this? She ran further into the garden to hide from the others. She was a lone wolf. She giggled at the thought. Then, she howled like a wolf and ran even further. She got to the hill and ran up it like fury. But she ran to sit on the swing, but someone was already there.

That was odd. Almost no one came here. But this boy sat on the swing like he had been there since time had begun. She touched the big old oak tree and the boy spun around. They looked at each other. Stared at each other. Until the boy broke the silence by clearing his throat.

“Are you Victoria Roux?”  He asked in a highly educated voice. It was like he was faking it.

“Um… yes, why do you ask?” she answered, debating whether or not to run down the hill and back to the orphanage or to see what he had to say.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts and held out a water bottle with some clear liquid in it. She hadn’t realised she was so thirsty.

“Yes please!” she smiled at him. The most dazzling smile she could muster up. And she took the bottle from him and didn’t stop until she had drunk all of it. She handed the bottle back to him. The world spun round and she saw visions. Of her in the hair dressers, of her brothers hand wrestling. But those weren’t the past or the present, what was going on? Still blinded, she fell to her knees and cried out in pain. The boy supported her onto the floor.

“It will pass, I promise.” He whispered to her.

It never did. She laid under the old oak tree, panting and seeing visions, as the boy pulled away and left her despite all her pleading and begging for him not to go. Time passed. From morning it went to afternoon, to evening and then to night. She got so scared she wanted to die. It came to dawn and she was finally alright again. But there were three things she was sure of. One, she would never be the same again and two, her mum was working for the enemy and three, her dad was a prisoner. 

Two people were coming onto the horizon, they were familiar somehow, and she could identify them. They came down and knelt by her. They were clearly boys.

“Vic?” one of them whispered. “We’re here,”

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