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offered a tired smile through the pounding in her head.
“I was told your gift was to read emotions.” Farrow slowly sat up as they talked.
“It is, but I’ve evolved.”
“Evolved?”
“It’s kind of a long story, and I don’t mind sharing it with you, when you’re feeling more up to it.” Meg adjusted the gurney’s sheet around the girl’s legs to help her feel more comfortable. Meg sensed she was feeling very vulnerable.
“Are we on a plane? Where are we going?”
“Yes, we’re over the Pacific Ocean. We’ll be landing in LAX in a few hours to refuel.” Meg didn’t offer any more information about their final destination intentionally.
“You have to understand our concern, Farrow,” Alik began. “We need to know we can trust you not to hurt us. Williams came to hunt us back on the Big Island . He brought fourteen mutated metasoldiers with him. We escaped, but not before we lost two of our own.” Inwardly, Meg nodded approval of her brother not identifying the names of their dead.
Farrow looked around the room at her former targets.
“Why did you rescue me?” Her voice was small.
“Because it was the right thing to do,” Margo answered simply.
“But, I hurt your family,” Farrow grimaced thinking about how many of them she had personally harmed.
“Yes, you did,” Meg locked eyes with the former assassin. “We are willing to forgive you, if you’re willing to help us fight against Williams.”
The two watched each other carefully for a full fifteen seconds before Farrow broke the silence. “What happens if I refuse your offer?” She narrowed her eyes, testing them.
“We’ll get you safely stateside, then leave you tied up in a motel room, just to give us a head start,” Alik smirked.
“Alik Winter!” Margo swatted him. “This poor girl does not know you’re kidding.”
“Who’s kidding?” Evan grinned. “I say forget the comfy motel. Surely there’s a janitor’s closet at the airport—one with big spiders and hairy rats. That’ll do nicely.”
“That’s enough out of you two,” Margo scolded her sons. The boys kept elbowing each other and exchanging chuckles.
“Sorry about them. The boys can be so obnoxious sometimes.” Meg glared at her brothers.
“You have to appreciate our predicament. We would like to take a leap of faith and trust you to help us. If you choose not to, well, that’s your choice. We would have to think of a reasonable way to let you leave us unarmed and unable to harm us.” Dr. Winter patted Farrow’s hand. “Think about it, dear.”
Farrow stared down at her target’s hand, warm and reassuring and whispered what Meg sensed she had been thinking.
“I was made for war.” Farrow’s voice was barely above a whisper, “He even named me ‘Farrow’ because of the anagram ‘for war’ hidden inside. I would be worthless to peaceful people like you.” She never looked up. She felt so much self-loathing and shame for everything she was, especially now that she compared herself to the Winter family. Farrow saw them as good people and herself as ugly and flawed in contrast. She realized good people healed their enemy and offered friendship.
She couldn’t stand it anymore.
Farrow lay back down on the bed, and rolled over to face away from the kindness surrounding her. “I’m very tired,” she said in a muffled voice.
Margo and Meg exchanged looks.
“Rest, Farrow. When you’re ready to talk, we’ll be here.” Meg said, trying to offer soothing waves.
Chapter 10 Blood is Thicker Than Serum
Watching the Winters drive away from him was the most poignant, gut-wrenching thing Creed could remember living through, and that was saying a lot.
Just when he found them, he had to let them go. He needed to make things right. All he ever wanted was a family and though it was by his own choice that he stood alone to face Williams and the evil he
“I was told your gift was to read emotions.” Farrow slowly sat up as they talked.
“It is, but I’ve evolved.”
“Evolved?”
“It’s kind of a long story, and I don’t mind sharing it with you, when you’re feeling more up to it.” Meg adjusted the gurney’s sheet around the girl’s legs to help her feel more comfortable. Meg sensed she was feeling very vulnerable.
“Are we on a plane? Where are we going?”
“Yes, we’re over the Pacific Ocean. We’ll be landing in LAX in a few hours to refuel.” Meg didn’t offer any more information about their final destination intentionally.
“You have to understand our concern, Farrow,” Alik began. “We need to know we can trust you not to hurt us. Williams came to hunt us back on the Big Island . He brought fourteen mutated metasoldiers with him. We escaped, but not before we lost two of our own.” Inwardly, Meg nodded approval of her brother not identifying the names of their dead.
Farrow looked around the room at her former targets.
“Why did you rescue me?” Her voice was small.
“Because it was the right thing to do,” Margo answered simply.
“But, I hurt your family,” Farrow grimaced thinking about how many of them she had personally harmed.
“Yes, you did,” Meg locked eyes with the former assassin. “We are willing to forgive you, if you’re willing to help us fight against Williams.”
The two watched each other carefully for a full fifteen seconds before Farrow broke the silence. “What happens if I refuse your offer?” She narrowed her eyes, testing them.
“We’ll get you safely stateside, then leave you tied up in a motel room, just to give us a head start,” Alik smirked.
“Alik Winter!” Margo swatted him. “This poor girl does not know you’re kidding.”
“Who’s kidding?” Evan grinned. “I say forget the comfy motel. Surely there’s a janitor’s closet at the airport—one with big spiders and hairy rats. That’ll do nicely.”
“That’s enough out of you two,” Margo scolded her sons. The boys kept elbowing each other and exchanging chuckles.
“Sorry about them. The boys can be so obnoxious sometimes.” Meg glared at her brothers.
“You have to appreciate our predicament. We would like to take a leap of faith and trust you to help us. If you choose not to, well, that’s your choice. We would have to think of a reasonable way to let you leave us unarmed and unable to harm us.” Dr. Winter patted Farrow’s hand. “Think about it, dear.”
Farrow stared down at her target’s hand, warm and reassuring and whispered what Meg sensed she had been thinking.
“I was made for war.” Farrow’s voice was barely above a whisper, “He even named me ‘Farrow’ because of the anagram ‘for war’ hidden inside. I would be worthless to peaceful people like you.” She never looked up. She felt so much self-loathing and shame for everything she was, especially now that she compared herself to the Winter family. Farrow saw them as good people and herself as ugly and flawed in contrast. She realized good people healed their enemy and offered friendship.
She couldn’t stand it anymore.
Farrow lay back down on the bed, and rolled over to face away from the kindness surrounding her. “I’m very tired,” she said in a muffled voice.
Margo and Meg exchanged looks.
“Rest, Farrow. When you’re ready to talk, we’ll be here.” Meg said, trying to offer soothing waves.
Chapter 10 Blood is Thicker Than Serum
Watching the Winters drive away from him was the most poignant, gut-wrenching thing Creed could remember living through, and that was saying a lot.
Just when he found them, he had to let them go. He needed to make things right. All he ever wanted was a family and though it was by his own choice that he stood alone to face Williams and the evil he
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