Page 62 of Resolve
Reid’s mouth turns down, his eyes locked on Tinsley’s quick movements. “I’ll see what I can find.” He teleports away, and I walk to Fabian’s side.
“Ungh, Dane. I’m gonna be sick.”
“I know, buddy. I need you to hold on a bit longer until we can get out of here.” I remove his straps with one hand, helping him sit up. He yanks off the rest, IVs included, and his stomach sounds like a cavern of thunder. “Here’s a candy bar to take the edge off.”
He grabs it from my palm with more speed than one would expect from a man his size, ripping the plastic off and devouring a third of it in one bite. Fabian stares at Bea on my back as he chews. “Who’s she?”
“The GE agent who can open portals and got us all in this mess.”
He grunts and focuses back on the candy bar.
“No. No, no, no. Not again.”
I snap my head around at Gabe’s voice. “What’s wrong?” He’s staring at the ceiling, his head shaking back and forth as he continues to mumble to himself. His body tenses as if struck by lightning. “Hey!” I run and find Zedd jerking violently at his restraints, his gaze caught on Gabriel, and a gag in his mouth.
I reach for Gabe’s restraints first, but Zedd’s muffled voice raises and brings my attention to him. Once he has it, he motions with his head for me to go to him. Trusting that he knows Gabriel best, I jog to him instead and untie the gag first.
“Hurry,” he urges, stilling his arms while I work them free and then flying upright to undo the strap on his ankle opposite the one I’m doing.
The second he’s free, he throws himself off the bed and flies to Gabe’s side in a few long strides. Rather than touch the straps, Zedd takes Gabe’s face in his hands and leans over him. “Look at me. At me, disaster. Eyes on me,” he commands.
I move to the other side of Gabe, remembering the seizure he’d had after helping Raegan. “I can mute his gift.”
“That won’t do anything. This is a side effect of his gift, but it’s not active. He’s stuck in someone’s memory,” he replies curtly.
Gabriel’s body is shaking now, a full-blown case of tremors rocking through him. He sucks in a breath, blinking rapidly. The distant look in his stare fades, and recognition takes its place as he finally sees Zedd. A shaky smile stretches his lips. “They took my drugs, Zedd. I can’t—”
“You can,” Zedd cuts him off. He starts removing the restraints on his side, so I do the same on mine. He helps Gabe sit up slowly, then grips the back of his neck. “I know you can. So, let’s give them hell for it.”
“I do love a little mayhem in the morning,” Gabe teases weakly, his upbeat demeanor poking through the exhaustion.
Tinsley speeds to my side. “Everyone’s unhooked and free,” she reports, smiling breathlessly. “Where’s Reid?”
I heft Bea further up my back again, trying not to get queasy at the slickness of her blood that’s now soaked the back of my shirt. “Looking for something to block her gift. I needed my hands to help you, but I guess you didn’t need it.”
The rest of the Guild members are all on their feet, either stretching and looking around or leaning on the beds for support. Fabian’s rummaging through the cabinets on the wall—looking for food most likely—and Alice stands awkwardly to the side, watching everyone with a nervous expression.
“What’s going on?” a man questions behind me.
Gabe stumbles over to the scientist. “Hey there, doc.” He waves with a worn smile, his face glistening with sweat as he moves. “Whaddya have here that can help me out? Where’s your medicine cabinet? The good stuff, though. The things you keep locked away.”
The GE worker lifts something in his hand.
Gabe grabs his wrist.
His thumb depresses, and a blaring alarm rings through the room. I’ll bet it continues throughout the entire building, if not the whole damn island.
Considering the shape the Guild members are in, we’re fucked.
Gabe’s smile stretches, and I think he chuckles. When he speaks next, his voice is raised to carry over the siren. “I hope you don’t have any traumatic memories, or this isn’t going to go well for the both of us.”
The scientist flinches. Again. And again. He starts to scream. Red bleeds through his white lab coat at his arm, and a scrape appears at his temple.
Gabe continues, “Oh, dear. Your brother did that?”
There’s a snapping sound, and the scientist falls to the ground. But Gabe doesn’t release his wrist.
“Oh! Ooooh, that had to hurt. The first time and this time, I mean. Leg breaks are hard, you know?”
