Page 10 of Remnants
Silas nods. “Let’s go, kids!” He herds them together, then takes the lead with Fabian holding Cassandra at their rear.
One of the agents jumps at me and Dane with sparks of electricity zapping between his fingertips, and we dive apart. The fog is up to our knees now. If we don’t stop whichever one is creating it, we’ll be blind before too long.
Raising the gun, I fire at the one I think is making it. He ducks for cover, and the rush of fog lessens for a second.
Gotcha.
Dane appears at my side. “Give me the gun and use your gift.”
Keeping the gun pointed at them, I cast Dane a sidelong look. “Are you telling me to kill them?”
His eyes lock onto mine. “The kids are gone now and they aren’t giving us a choice. If I have to choose between us or them, I choose us.”
I nod, relieved we’re on the same page. I’d worried that Danewould be the one against killing anyone, especially if he thought of every agent as innocent and brainwashed like his sister.
But there’s no way we would survive the fight against GE if we tried to save everyone who works for them. Not everyone was brainwashed, after all.
“After those kids, all of you. I’ll handle this,” a familiar voice intrudes. “Well, well. I suppose the chances of me seeing you were high if I left that prison floor, but I couldn’t help my curiosity to explore.”
I whip around, my eyes widening at who I see standing there.
Charles.
My…father.
The other agents chase after the direction Silas and Fabian went with the children, but I’m too stunned to stop them.
Dane takes a step in front of me. “What did you do to Kell?” he demands.
Kell?
I look past Charles. Kellan is floating on his back, his eyes closed, and blood stains on his shirt.
“Kellan!” I shout, taking a step toward him when the gun suddenly rips from my hand.
“No!”
Bang!
Dane slams into me, driving me to the floor and knocking the air from my lungs. He shifts his weight off me to one side, making a noise of pain behind clenched teeth. Pulling his hand away from his arm, he reveals a bright red stain on his palm. “Fuck,” he mutters,then turns to scan me for injuries. “Are you okay?”
“Me? You’re the one who just got shot!”
“It’s just a graze. Hurts like a mother—shit!” He grabs me and rolls us both away a second before I hear another gunshot.
“Dane!”
Charlestsksand shakes his head. “Oh, dear. I’ve missed again. Raegan, please stand so these bullets don’t go to waste. I’d rather not hit your friend if I can help it.”
“Get fucked,” Dane growls, straightening to position himself between me and my father.
Or…should I even call him that?
“Who are you and why are you doing this? Are you really my father?” I demand, standing and trying to move past Dane, but he blocks me with an arm.
“We do share DNA, unfortunately.” My throat tightens at the callousness of his words. It was dumb for me to believe I might have any family left. I thought I’d kept my distance enough from the idea of him being there, but his words cut me, slicing at my soul. “But that is the full extent of our connection. You’re no daughter of mine. Just a failed experiment that needs to be put down.”
I swallow past the uncomfortable thickness in my throat. “The stories about my mother…”
