Page 14 of Remnants
He smirks, completely unashamed by that admission. “If he gets us out of this, you can write him a thank you card.”
Ha!
“Ready?”
“No, but when has that ever stopped me?” I smirk at him, then break out into a run.
Charles’s smile hasn’t faded since I last looked at him. If anything,he looks relaxed.
Fuck.
I just know we’re underestimating him. No one is that confident without good reason.
I stop without warning, slapping my hand on his fancy office floor and sending my gift through it to him.
His eye twitches at the sight, and he moves away before it reaches him. I curve it at him, chasing him, and he disappears.
Charles reappears on the opposite wall, and Dane charges at him from behind. Just as Charles turns, Dane grabs his raised arm with glowing hands.
As soon as Charles was gone, I’d waited for his new position and then ran after him. I slip the knife from my boot and thrust the blade into Charles’s chest while he’s occupied looking at Dane on his other side.
“Ahhgh!” His smile shatters. He stomps on Dane’s knee and swings his arm down on his elbow, breaking his hold and gift on him. I jump back, grabbing Dane and dragging us both toward the door.
I risk a glance over my shoulder. Charles pulls the knife free and waits for his wound to heal and strengthen. He tosses the knife to the floor. When he looks up at us, he’s smiling again.
Psycho.
The door is close. I reach my hand out, my fingers sliding over the handle…
I’m yanked backward, the force of it throwing our hands apart as we both sail through the air back to Charles. The man flicks hiswrist, and a blast ofsomething, hits me. I slam to the floor, all the air expelling from my lungs as I gasp from the pain. Whatever he struck with, it pummeled my entire body, leaving nothing untouched.
Dane coughs, like he’s choking to breathe, and I force my head up to seek him out. He’s lying on the floor a few yards from me.
My muscles scream when I make myself stand. Make myselfmove.
We have to make it through the door before he attacks again.
But how? He dodges my gift. Heals from any attack we actuallydoland on him.
Somehow, I make it to Dane. “Can you stand?”
“What the fuck was that?” he wheezes but accepts my hand to help him up.
“I’m not sticking around to find out. Let’s go!” Even though it hurts, even though all I want to do is lie on the ground to catch my breath, I run.
Dane stays with me, but we’re hardly a few steps in before we’re ripped off our feet again.
Smashed with an invisible force.
This time, we keep our hands on each other, holding tight even after we crash to the ground.
“How many more of these do you think you can take? Three? Less?” Charles questions seriously, like he’s genuinely curious.
Once I can breathe again, I pant between breaths to Dane, “Can’t run. Fight.”
His head tilts in what I’m pretty sure is a nod of agreement.
The GE president stands at the head of his office like he could do this all day. Like this attack costs him nothing while we’re strugglingjust to stay upright. Even if there is a limit to this gift, he could always teleport to the door to stop us.
