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here.”
“I called them lazy excuses to wear the uniform. I know what I saw that night.” Brandt points at Gray. “You and two men.”
Gray nods. “I took them both.” He jerks his chin at my pad. “And crossed them off. You won’t have to worry about them.”
He may have just explained dozens of missing persons cases. I shiver. That device is far more sinister than anything I can do.
I stand. “Well, thanks, then. You’ll be going?”
Gray leans back in his chair. “For now.”
We examine each other. There will be no alliance between us. What he does, he does for the president—and maybe a little because of how he feels about Tesla, but not because he likes it. Or me. I’d love to know how Nikola convinced him to take this on, babysitting me, keeping men from killing me, ensuring I have every chance at success. But I have other priorities.
“Stay out of my way, Gray.”
C HAPTER 20
“Y OU ’ LL NEED THIS .” He points his device at my chest.
I stepped toward him, and lean into his space. “I don’t need anything from you.” I want that to be true, and yet, if he’s stolen my lightning, if I’m without it for the first time ever, I cannot do my job. But I’m also unwilling to be at his mercy, unwilling to admit he has something I need.
“Suit yourself.”
“Evie,” Brent steps forward. “Don’t be hasty. I’ve seen your weapon. You need it.”
“Do I?” I clench my teeth and stand. Cross my arms and shake my head in disbelief. Gray sits there, this cocky younger version of a man sent to keep me safe. “My weapon was no good against him. He’s eliminated all the men who were trying to kill me. My weapon failed me. Failed me when I needed it most.”
Gray watches me, sorts through my words, measures my attitude. He may not be the older experienced man I’ve met before, but he’s smart. Our paths will continue to cross, but I will not play his puppet. No more. Not for anyone.
“I’ll be in touch,” I make the statement to Brandt and Mrs. Steinman so they don’t worry. Then I walk out of their house. On my own two feet.
Without my lightning.
C HAPTER 21
I SHIFT AND rev the throttle, pushing the bike hard through the turn up the curving mountain highway. Storm clouds gather above the mountain, rumbling in dissent. For the first time in my life, there is no crackling answer in my belly. I’ve completed what I left the lift to do. I know who the gray man is, I know what he’s capable of. I just don’t know what I’m going to do about it.
Brandt thinks I’m outrunning my problems.
Maybe he’s right, but what does he want me to do? He’s barely getting his head wrapped around time travel, let alone the implications and repercussions that come with Penya and Ilif having access to Nikola’s papers. I’m less concerned about Ilif, at least for the moment. Not that I’m saying he’s innocent in all of this. But for my immediate future, I believe he is earnest in his efforts to find Tiana.
Gray has taken out the most pressing pursuers, leaving me the ability to focus on what matters most.
There are still two others. Two I haven’t considered since coming back from New York. Two that I didn’t want to write on my notepad because giving weight to the truth of their names freaks me out.
Two who Gray might not have even known about. I can barely remember their names, something strange and foreign. The guys Nikola was meeting with. Problem is, in all the commotion, I’ve forgotten what I did with the paper, the paper that I took out of his pocket.
Thunder rumbles again and the wind picks up, slapping my hair against my neck. I can’t know if these were the men Niccolo was worried about, if these were the men who’d met with him once before, who threatened the people Nicola loved.
Had the man who’d murdered Nicola done them a favor? Or had he done the world a favor by preventing those men from meeting with Nicola? I need to research those two
“I called them lazy excuses to wear the uniform. I know what I saw that night.” Brandt points at Gray. “You and two men.”
Gray nods. “I took them both.” He jerks his chin at my pad. “And crossed them off. You won’t have to worry about them.”
He may have just explained dozens of missing persons cases. I shiver. That device is far more sinister than anything I can do.
I stand. “Well, thanks, then. You’ll be going?”
Gray leans back in his chair. “For now.”
We examine each other. There will be no alliance between us. What he does, he does for the president—and maybe a little because of how he feels about Tesla, but not because he likes it. Or me. I’d love to know how Nikola convinced him to take this on, babysitting me, keeping men from killing me, ensuring I have every chance at success. But I have other priorities.
“Stay out of my way, Gray.”
C HAPTER 20
“Y OU ’ LL NEED THIS .” He points his device at my chest.
I stepped toward him, and lean into his space. “I don’t need anything from you.” I want that to be true, and yet, if he’s stolen my lightning, if I’m without it for the first time ever, I cannot do my job. But I’m also unwilling to be at his mercy, unwilling to admit he has something I need.
“Suit yourself.”
“Evie,” Brent steps forward. “Don’t be hasty. I’ve seen your weapon. You need it.”
“Do I?” I clench my teeth and stand. Cross my arms and shake my head in disbelief. Gray sits there, this cocky younger version of a man sent to keep me safe. “My weapon was no good against him. He’s eliminated all the men who were trying to kill me. My weapon failed me. Failed me when I needed it most.”
Gray watches me, sorts through my words, measures my attitude. He may not be the older experienced man I’ve met before, but he’s smart. Our paths will continue to cross, but I will not play his puppet. No more. Not for anyone.
“I’ll be in touch,” I make the statement to Brandt and Mrs. Steinman so they don’t worry. Then I walk out of their house. On my own two feet.
Without my lightning.
C HAPTER 21
I SHIFT AND rev the throttle, pushing the bike hard through the turn up the curving mountain highway. Storm clouds gather above the mountain, rumbling in dissent. For the first time in my life, there is no crackling answer in my belly. I’ve completed what I left the lift to do. I know who the gray man is, I know what he’s capable of. I just don’t know what I’m going to do about it.
Brandt thinks I’m outrunning my problems.
Maybe he’s right, but what does he want me to do? He’s barely getting his head wrapped around time travel, let alone the implications and repercussions that come with Penya and Ilif having access to Nikola’s papers. I’m less concerned about Ilif, at least for the moment. Not that I’m saying he’s innocent in all of this. But for my immediate future, I believe he is earnest in his efforts to find Tiana.
Gray has taken out the most pressing pursuers, leaving me the ability to focus on what matters most.
There are still two others. Two I haven’t considered since coming back from New York. Two that I didn’t want to write on my notepad because giving weight to the truth of their names freaks me out.
Two who Gray might not have even known about. I can barely remember their names, something strange and foreign. The guys Nikola was meeting with. Problem is, in all the commotion, I’ve forgotten what I did with the paper, the paper that I took out of his pocket.
Thunder rumbles again and the wind picks up, slapping my hair against my neck. I can’t know if these were the men Niccolo was worried about, if these were the men who’d met with him once before, who threatened the people Nicola loved.
Had the man who’d murdered Nicola done them a favor? Or had he done the world a favor by preventing those men from meeting with Nicola? I need to research those two
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