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that I don’t notice the snapping of twigs under the weight of
a man, until I am grabbed from behind. My scream is muffled by a
large hand clamped in front of my mouth and another wrapped tightly
around my waist, dragging me farther into the forest of trees
before knocking me to the ground.
***
“Cat, so help me God, you have to listen to
me,” Zane whispers in my ear, his hand still over my mouth as he
keeps me pinned to the ground. “Let them go—you do not want to
confront them. I had my men put a tracking device on both
aircrafts, so we’ll find them. Just let them leave and we’ll take
my airplane to go after them.” His words seem sincere enough but I
wasn’t going to believe anything without a color screening to
verify. I slowly twist my body around to get a good look at him and
he releases his hand over my mouth.
“Get off of me,” I order.
“I will—as long as you promise not to do
anything stupid,” he replies not showing any indication that he’s
in a hurry to oblige. We stare long and hard at each other, our
breathing labored; mine from the weight of his chest and his from
running five miles through the forest trying to catch me.
“I can’t stand by and let them hurt Chord.
It’s my fault that he’s in danger—I was so careless,” I let out a
sob, confessing my guilt to the one person who I believe will
agree.
“My dad plans to kill every one of them as
soon as he gets what he wants from the Designers,” he softly says,
surprising me when he brushes away my tear of regret with his
thumb. His color screening is the lightest orange I’ve seen yet,
and I feel a closeness to him that is strange given the
circumstances that have led up to this moment.
“I could have killed him you know. He was so
close to collapsing. All I had to do was constrict his carotid
artery for another thirty seconds and he would have had a massive
stroke.” I confess this to Zane with sadness. Sadness for coming
close to doing it, and sadness for not finishing the job.
“Then why didn’t you?” He smiles
knowingly.
My answer is lost in the sound of an
explosion that sends a shock wave across the ground and lifts my
body even under the weight of Zane. A wave of heat rolls over the
top of us. It feels as if every bone in my body is being shattered
into a thousand tiny pieces, and then torched with a burning flame.
Trees around us fracture as large pieces of debris hail down
snapping branches off like twigs. Zane shields my head with his
arms, but neither of us is safe from the projectile pieces of metal
landing around us. Somehow in the midst of the terror, the thought
of Claire using a shield to stop Ronan from hurting our uncle
enters my mind, and I struggle to do the same. They say in times of
peril the mind can do miraculous things, and I happen to know the
secret lies in the place called the subconscious mind. This is the
only place where boundaries and rules don’t exist—the state of mind
where infinite power is unlocked. This is the place that I go to
now, slipping deeper and deeper until my mind detaches from my
physical body, and I become an objective observer of the events,
rather than a participant. I hover over the scene watching with
confidence as chunks of metal are deflected from an invisible armor
I’ve created around our bodies.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
RONAN
For the first time, I fully appreciate the
stress my near drowning episode placed on the others as I watch
Jason perform mouth to mouth breathing on Elizabeth Kappel. A bead
of sweat trickles down his forehead and his eyes bulge with fear as
he watches her chest rise under the forced breaths he's delivering
to her. True to their predictions, the virus is now affecting her
diaphragm making it impossible for her to breathe on her own.
Moments earlier, I entered the house with one hundred percent
confidence we had the necessary tools to heal her completely of the
virus. Now, I stand paralyzed with fear, the very emotion that
Lawrence cautioned
a man, until I am grabbed from behind. My scream is muffled by a
large hand clamped in front of my mouth and another wrapped tightly
around my waist, dragging me farther into the forest of trees
before knocking me to the ground.
***
“Cat, so help me God, you have to listen to
me,” Zane whispers in my ear, his hand still over my mouth as he
keeps me pinned to the ground. “Let them go—you do not want to
confront them. I had my men put a tracking device on both
aircrafts, so we’ll find them. Just let them leave and we’ll take
my airplane to go after them.” His words seem sincere enough but I
wasn’t going to believe anything without a color screening to
verify. I slowly twist my body around to get a good look at him and
he releases his hand over my mouth.
“Get off of me,” I order.
“I will—as long as you promise not to do
anything stupid,” he replies not showing any indication that he’s
in a hurry to oblige. We stare long and hard at each other, our
breathing labored; mine from the weight of his chest and his from
running five miles through the forest trying to catch me.
“I can’t stand by and let them hurt Chord.
It’s my fault that he’s in danger—I was so careless,” I let out a
sob, confessing my guilt to the one person who I believe will
agree.
“My dad plans to kill every one of them as
soon as he gets what he wants from the Designers,” he softly says,
surprising me when he brushes away my tear of regret with his
thumb. His color screening is the lightest orange I’ve seen yet,
and I feel a closeness to him that is strange given the
circumstances that have led up to this moment.
“I could have killed him you know. He was so
close to collapsing. All I had to do was constrict his carotid
artery for another thirty seconds and he would have had a massive
stroke.” I confess this to Zane with sadness. Sadness for coming
close to doing it, and sadness for not finishing the job.
“Then why didn’t you?” He smiles
knowingly.
My answer is lost in the sound of an
explosion that sends a shock wave across the ground and lifts my
body even under the weight of Zane. A wave of heat rolls over the
top of us. It feels as if every bone in my body is being shattered
into a thousand tiny pieces, and then torched with a burning flame.
Trees around us fracture as large pieces of debris hail down
snapping branches off like twigs. Zane shields my head with his
arms, but neither of us is safe from the projectile pieces of metal
landing around us. Somehow in the midst of the terror, the thought
of Claire using a shield to stop Ronan from hurting our uncle
enters my mind, and I struggle to do the same. They say in times of
peril the mind can do miraculous things, and I happen to know the
secret lies in the place called the subconscious mind. This is the
only place where boundaries and rules don’t exist—the state of mind
where infinite power is unlocked. This is the place that I go to
now, slipping deeper and deeper until my mind detaches from my
physical body, and I become an objective observer of the events,
rather than a participant. I hover over the scene watching with
confidence as chunks of metal are deflected from an invisible armor
I’ve created around our bodies.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
RONAN
For the first time, I fully appreciate the
stress my near drowning episode placed on the others as I watch
Jason perform mouth to mouth breathing on Elizabeth Kappel. A bead
of sweat trickles down his forehead and his eyes bulge with fear as
he watches her chest rise under the forced breaths he's delivering
to her. True to their predictions, the virus is now affecting her
diaphragm making it impossible for her to breathe on her own.
Moments earlier, I entered the house with one hundred percent
confidence we had the necessary tools to heal her completely of the
virus. Now, I stand paralyzed with fear, the very emotion that
Lawrence cautioned
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