Page 46 of Splitting Secrets
I make a mental note of that. It’ll be a shame when their departure tonight gets intercepted.
Taking a step toward Brody, I drop the connection to James and check back into the room.
“...We simply can’t risk another mistake such as this,” Terry calmly explains as Brody attempts to back away from me. He steps until both he and Niles hit the wall behind them. Then, they start to trip over each other like mice in an enclosure, trying to escape the hand that will feed them to the snake.
I reach into their minds and send the subtle signal for them to settle, careful not to make it obvious in front of the Supremes. The last thing I need is to give them a reason to be suspicious of me.
“Raze was down there, too,” Brody rushes out, pointing a finger directly in my face.
I tilt my head at the accusation, searching his psyche for his biggest fear.
Scratch that, I don’t feel bad for him at all.
His shoulders sag the slightest bit, the fight slowly leaving him as my gifts seep into his nervous system.
“I was with the Supremes,” I remind him in an even tone.
Needles.
He has a fear of needles.
My gaze rolls over his tattooed skin, my own confusion swirling around with his terror. When it becomes too much, I pull back.
“You met with the redhead in that room!” Niles shouts, his finger jabbing through the air at me. “You probably gave her a key or some shit.”
It takes no time for me to discover that Niles has a fear of clowns.
“There are cameras in the interrogation room,” I say, mostly to remind the Supremes.
When they undoubtedly check, they’ll find the cameras we disabled the moment Sonny walked into the room. Surely, they’ll assume it was her who turned them off. And by the time they get an Aeternum in there to check, I’ll be long gone.
“It had to be him,” Brody cries out.
I force the thought of a needle being slammed into his leg, and he screams. His hand swipes away at the imaginary weapon and I send another one into his inner thigh with twice as much mental pain. He wails in agony, drool spilling over his bottom lip as he holds his sore leg. The Supremes watch him with their faces twisted in irritation and disgust.
They think he’s lost his mind.
And I suppose he has. To me.
“What the hell has gotten into him?” Harold Mirasen exclaims, scooting his chair backward as if he’s going to catch whatever Brody has if he sits too close.
Ashton directs his attention toward me. His eyes do a thorough investigation of my entire being, searching for some way I could possibly be making Brody act in such a way. Angelica Sunspire is doing the same. There’s a soft brush against my mental shields—the same featherlight touch I always feel around her. I open a door into a blank room of my mind for her to look at, then stare back at them with my hands clasped together in front of me—their weapon ready to strike the moment they give the command. An empty vessel.
It would take Angela an extreme amount of effort to pull off what I’ve just done, and I’m hardly breaking a sweat.
Just for sport, I infiltrate Niles’s mind, convincing him that all six Supremes are wearing clown masks.
They startle at the scream that erupts from his throat.
When he’s sure it couldn’t possibly be me causing either man to act in such a way, Ashton flicks his wrist. “Take care of these maniacs.”
I step closer to Brody’s bent over form, yank him upright, and place my palms on either side of his head. With one swift movement, I turn his neck at an unnatural angle until it cracks, and his body instantly goes limp.
Bye bye, Brody.
Niles is still too distracted by the clowns sitting before him to realize what has just happened to his friend or that the same fate befalls him. He’s cowering against the wall like he wants to disappear inside of it, sweat gathering at his brow and soaking his hairline. Without any hesitation, I step in front of him and place my hands in the same position I did with Brody.
At the last second, his gaze connects with mine, and I smile.
