Page 108 of Legacy of Lies
Hank started to scream, his eyes rolling back, fighting against the invasion. A shadowed zone remained in Hank’s mind, still closed off the Garrison. Maybe there was even more. Garrison plunged in farther until the man howled.
Big deal. Let the guy scream. He deserved the pain, and Garrison ignored his own pounding headache as he pressed the man further. He couldn’t care less if he exploded the foul pulp of that guy’s brain in the process. More pressure. More answers.
The dark area remained closed. No truth existed in that black wasteland. A voice whispered.Withdraw. Or else.
Refocusing on the information he wanted from Hank, Garrison gritted out, “You didn’t answer my question. Where is Tiffani?”
“She’s dead, you loser.”
Garrison strained with every muscle in his body to maintain control of his power and not twist the man’s head off his shoulders. “Did you kill her?”
“No.”
Truth and fury glowed a desperate, lava red in Hank’s mind.
“Who killed her then?”
“Not sure. I kicked her to the curb early this year, after I had your money and had sampled all the rest of her goodies. I think she ran away to Salt Lake City and hooked up with some bad people there.”
Truth, as much as Hank knew, continued to glow.
“What about this talk of your calling and your mission?”
Darkness within his mind pulsed. Seethed. Forced Garrison back. “Fuck. You.”
The black area formed into a thick wall inside of Hank’s mind. The truth lay behind that wall. The second Garrison’s power brushed against the darkness, an explosion of sound, light, and evil flung him out of Hank’s mind.
• • •
How long he lay in the fetal position on the dirt floor, Garrison had no idea. Only that the roar had gone away, replaced by a muffled feeling in his ears, like he’d stood way too close to a speaker at a concert. His head throbbed so badly even his hair hurt. Were his ears bleeding? Felt like it. Son of a bitch, every piece of his body ached like hell.
Right, because he’d used his power, times a million. He’d have a migraine until he could apply for AARP membership. Shit.
A questioning sound from Sara and he dropped his hands and pushed to a seated position. Every cell in his body ached.
Hank groaned ...Join the crowd. Garrison couldn’t give a shit.
Instead, Garrison crawled over to Sara and took her in his arms. Even though his head pounded, being near this woman soothed his pain, balanced him, and reconnected him to something good after being coated in the slime of that bastard’s mind.
“God,” she cried. “What happened? It was like you were in a trance for a half hour.”
“I’m fine now.”
“I don’t understand what going on. What did you do?”
“Something I vowed never to do and will try not to ever do again.”
“Garrison?” Her quavering voice made him haul her in for a long, hard embrace. The soft, trembling body in his arms felt like bright light and possibilities and life. He’d been given a second chance here, and damned if he would squander the gift this time around.
He kissed her until neither of them could breathe, burying his hands in her tangled hair. Careful of the bruised areas, he dropped kisses on her neck, chin, lips, and forehead. Even now, in a freezing, dirty cabin in the middle of God-knew-where, he couldn’t get enough of her.
“You two should get a room.” Hank spat.
Garrison helped her to stand, picked up the wooden chair leg, and whacked Hank on the head once more. Those bulging eyes rolled back in his head.
“I’m sick of listening to him talk.”
Sara sighed and wrapped her arms around Garrison’s midsection. “I couldn’t agree more.”
