Page 143 of Remnants
I couldn’t save her.
I failed.
“What have we here?” Charles casually inquires, and what breath was left in me expires.
I force myself to look up, to lift my heavy head to confirm what I don’t want to believe is true. That Charles Whitmore, the president of GE, is here.
He smiles at Royce’s defeated form on the ground. “Good things never last, do they?”
Remembering the last time when he’d snatched me out of nowhere, I activate my gift, keeping myself carefully still and hoping he doesn’t notice where I am. I’m a fucking wreck right now, my body still trembling and weak, and my heart crushed in a vise. I can’t win against him if he tries to take me, but I’ll still fight as hard as I fucking can.
Kellan steps in front of Rae, and Jackson drops to her other side. Aiden shifts between them and Charles protectively. “What do you want, Charles? Your men were no match for the Guild. I think it’s clear we won this one.”
Charles cants his head, eyebrow raised. “Did you, now?” He disappears.
And reappears behind me.
Fuck.
He reaches for me, but I grab his arm first, smothering his gifts with mine before he snatches my hair. He wrenches my head back, and I grunt at the shooting pain in my scalp. Charles laughs when he sees my face. “I’d call this a win for me, if I do say so myself.”
“Dane!”
I can’t look at Rae or the others with his death grip, and I refuse to release my hold on him to let him take me away. I can hear them running, hear them getting closer. I just have to not let go.
He yanks on my wrist, then knocks his fist at the crook of my arm to break my grip. “Kill him! Now!” I yell at the others. I’ve got his gifts contained. Kellan’s gift. He can die right now.
Charles tuts, jerking me between him and the others as a shield. He drags me away, and Vera’s body thuds to the floor. I inhale sharply, anger surging in my chest. I dig my heels in, fighting his grip, his movements, but he’s inhumanely strong. Even as Jackson throws knives at him, finding their marks in his face, his arms, Charles keeps moving to the nearest portal while he can’t teleport.
And then we’re gone.
Chapter thirty-eight
Raegan
“Dane!”Iscreamagain,charging forward as the portal swallows him and Charles, then fades. “Reid!” Whirling around, the others are already surrounding me when Reid appears where the portal was. He gives me his hand, and once I’m sure the others are all attached too, I nod sharply that we’re ready.
The beach is empty when we arrive.
No. No. No!
“That was the portal we went through. It should have brought them right here,” Reid remarks, almost defensively.
Did he manage to break Dane’s hold on him and teleport them?
My heart gallops, nerves tingling with adrenaline and fear as I try to think of where he could be. He’s not getting away with Dane.
Jackson cocks his head as if listening to something only he can hear. Immediately, I lock on to him. “I hear him.” His gaze swings upward to the top of the cliff. “Up there.”
Reid sticks his hand out again. “Everyone, hold on.”
The world tilts again, my tolerance of these jumps thinning afterso many in one day, and then we’re in front of the beach house.
Dane chucks a handful of rocky sand at Charles—the knives gone from his face and Kell’s gift active where they’d been—but the sand and Dane bounce back as if something repelled them. Reid vanishes again just as a woman struts from the beach house, and Dane stands.
Reid teleports next to Dane and grabs him.
“Not so fast,” the female sings. Vibrant red nails sharpened to a point on slender fingers wrap the side of Reid’s neck and dig in.
