Page 29 of Ravage
“A promise?” Kell growls. “Is a promise more important than us? Than me?”
Yes. Breaking the promise would only hurt them more.
Kellan’s face shuts down with disappointment when he sees my firm resolve. He releases me and steps back.
My chest tightens. I’m sorry, Kell. My only goal in life now is my revenge against GE.
It takes all of my willpower to keep any tears in check as I finish with, “There is no future for all of us. I’ve already moved on from the past. You should too.”
I brush by him to the door, and he scoffs. “Oh yeah? You move on with GE?”
“I’m here to take them down.” I twist my head to look at him over my shoulder, but he doesn’t bother turning after me. “We’re leaving,” I tell Elias when he glances over to me walking in. “There’s nothing more for me here.”
Chapter nine
Raegan
“You have something?” Hope blooms that I’ve actually done something right and made progress in my mission. I’m leaning against the door to his office in Hype, where we’ve been meeting almost daily to discuss GE.
Elias leans back in his seat and laces his fingers over his crossed legs. “It’s not exactly what you were hoping for, but it is something.” He waves me in. “Sit down, Rae. You aren’t running off the second I tell you anything, so get comfortable.”
I try not to let the disappointment show on my face, but I can tell from his expression that I failed.
It’s so hard to hide anything from this man.
“Well, I’ll still take something,” I admit while moving to one of the chairs in the room. All the while I keep fiddling with one of my knives on my leg. Elias watches it for a moment before dragging his gray gaze back up to my face.
“Do you know how to use that?” he questions while gesturing to the blade.
I flip the knife up and snatch the handle in one smooth motion. “Enough. I’m pretty good at throwing them, at least.”
That was easy to practice on my own. I’m not so good at fighting up close. I’m just as likely to cut myself as my attacker, so I try to keep my distance or go for a surprise attack when I can. It’s hard to practice fighting an opponent with a knife when you have no idea what you’re doing.
Pointy end in the bad guy? Easy.
Using the knife to block and attack without letting them use it against you all while moving? Nope.
He nods and leans his face into his hand. Even as he looks like he’s getting settled in to listen, his posture and the air around him makes me think of a prince on his throne. One that cares about his people and who listens, but is of a higher breed himself all the same. “And why do you have it out now? You didn’t in all of our previous meetings. Should I be worried? Did something happen?”
I huff out a laugh. Because he looks far from worried. Either he trusts me so much already, or he has a secret that gives him the confidence to not be worried sitting across from me when I’ve told him I’m good at throwing knives. His gift is Truth, which doesn’t help in a fight. So, is it trust then?
“My gun is…broken. Can’t be repaired. Which means I’m back to using knives, and I’ve been a bit out of practice. I’m just getting my hands used to them again.” I cock my head to the side as a thought occurs to me. “Would you be able to get me another gun?”
He smiles sympathetically. “I’m afraid that’s something I can’t help you with.”
“Why not?”
“You would use it against Gifted Enterprise, of course, and if you did wind up killing someone with it, the gun that’s registered to me would come back on me. I can’t have that kind of tie to something.”
“Black market?” Elias blanches as if I told him to kick a puppy, and I sigh. “Sorry, I just figured you had those types of connections.”
He runs a hand down the front of his three-piece suit. “Of course not. I came into some money at a young age and invested it in real estate and a few other things. It took some years of buying and selling to get me where I am today, but I assure you, I have everything I do through completely legal means.”
Ugh, the one person I’ve allied myself with walks the straight and narrow, while I’m trying to kill and take down a shadow organization.
Good choice.
He nods, like he can read my mind. “It’s why I can help you, but I can’t help you.”
