Page 17 of Remnants
Aiden
Theblinkofaneye.
That’s how fast she’s gone. Dane’s gone.
The diamond blades of my whip sword burrow into the floor following my last attack. An attack that began with Charles in front of me and ended with him, her, and Dane vanished.
“Take me there,” Jackson murmurs in a soft, deadly command. I didn’t even see him move from my side. He grips Reid’s arm and plucks a knife from his hoodie.
Reid’s jaw ticks, his teeth clenched together when he answers. “Why would you think I know where he went?”
Jack angles his head, regarding him with the slow creep of a smile. “Because you’re his son.”
“Ex-son, if you were listening.”
“So?”
“So, I don’t know where he took them. They open and close locations too fast to keep track.”
“Guess. If you had to pick one place, where would it be?” Jacksonpushes, his usually solid patience starting to crack.
Reid looks away, considering. He has a lot to answer for, but other than using this new information about his bloodline to get to Raegan and Dane, I’ll put it aside until this absolute shit show of a night is back under some semblance of control.
While they’re busy working that out, I move to Kellan and kneel beside him to assess his condition. He’s riddled with bullets. Three in the chest, one in each knee, one in the arm, and one in his hand.
“I don’t know. He has too many offices to pick one, or he could have taken them to a testing facility,” Reid finally answers.
I pull out my phone and open the tracking app I had installed not long ago. It takes a couple of taps to zero in on Raegan’s location before I toss the phone at Jack. He catches it mid-air with his gift, then grabs and looks at it. He turns the screen to Reid, holding it in front of him.
“Take us here.” Jackson zooms out for Reid to gather where that location is. “Do you know it?”
Reid sighs. “I know it.”
“Good. Let’s go.” Jack tosses my phone back, and I catch it with my free hand.
“Not yet,” I warn. “Let me finish fixing up Kellan first.”
Jackson’s lips thin in what amounts to his version of visible frustration, but he doesn’t argue.
“We can’t follow him,” Reid rasps, still not understanding that we’re going no matter what he says. We aren’t letting Raegan be taken again. And we won’t let them have Dane. We could be walking into almost certain death, and we would still take that chance inorder to rescue them.
“And why is that?” I ask, digging my finger into the last hole in Kell's chest. As soon as my skin touches the metal, it wraps around my finger so I can pull it clear.
“You can’t beat him. He would destroy us all if we tried to fight him.”
“Mm…you say it like that would stop us from trying to get them back,” Jack remarks.
Reid makes a frustrated sound. “It should.”
After extracting the third bullet from Kellan’s chest, I move on to his knees. “What makes you say that? Tell me what we’re up against since this man is the endgame for Gifted Enterprise.”
“His gift is copying other gifts. I don’t know how many he has at this point.”
“Which onesdoyou know about?” I press, seeking out the next bullet.
“His original gift, which requires him to consume the blood of the gifted person whose gift he’s copying. He has my gift—”
“—teleportation,” I fill in.
