The cellblock sways and spins, the walls undulating all around me.
Footsteps echo from the end of the corridor, the sound muffled like I’m underwater. Whoever shot that tranq gun is coming toward me.
And then everything fades away.
Chapter 61
My head is killing me.
I blink a few times as my senses return, my eyes adjusting to the dark…cabin? I’m in the cabin of a…hovercraft.
Why am I in a hovercraft?
I try to rub my face and discover my hands are bound at the wrists. My body feels heavy, my limbs weak. I’m so groggy.
I fight off the disoriented feeling, peering into the cockpit. I see the back of his head. Dirty blond streaked with gray. Kallister. I have no idea how long I was unconscious for, but it’s still dark beyond the windshield.
He drugged me.
Without delay, I open a path to Saint’s mind and—
Nothing happens.
Ican’topen a path. Telepathy isn’t working.
Why isn’t telepathy working?
“I know you’re awake, Wren.” His amused voice floats out of the cockpit.
I attempt to sit up, and a shooting pain stabs my temples. “What did you do to me? Why can’t I use my powers?”
He doesn’t answer.
“What is this?” My voice sounds rusty. I clear my throat. “Where are you taking me?”
He just looks at me, his gaze cold and calculating. I can’t believe I ever thought he reminded me of Jim. Uncle Jim would never look at me like that.
“What. Is. This.”
Kallister chuckles. “Always so demanding. Just like your mother.”
“I’m not like my mother, and I’m not in the mood to play games.”
“Patience is a virtue. We’ll be there soon.”
Screw patience. If telepathy won’t work, incitement has to. It uses a different frequency. I take a breath and try to harness the gold dust in my mind…but there is no gold dust in my mind.
What the hell is happening?
As I start to feel more alert, it registers that he’s wearing tactical gear. Body armor. A gun holstered at the hip. I struggle to think through the fog in my mind. The effects of the drug linger, but the adrenaline in my blood is slowly burning it away, replacing the lethargy with a sharp, thumping need to get out of this.
“I know you’re angry with me,” he starts.
“No shit, Kallister.” The fucking nerve of him. “Forget that I’ve been drugged and tied up. You justmurdereda woman.”
“No, I delivered a sentence. Just like many an executioner before me.”
“Those executioners’ victims were sentenced by a court of law.”
