Page 35 of The Fall of Five (Lorien Legacies 4)

“Interesting,” Eight says. “I’ve never thought of how their society works. ”

“Who cares?” growls Nine. He’s standing with his hands on the back of his chair, like he’s ready to fling it. “Get to the part that proves this isn’t some Mogadorian setup. ”

“They experimented on Adam with the same machines they used on my memory,” my father continues, not deterred by the rising tension. “They had the body of a Garde—Number One, I believe—and they tried to download her memories into him, thinking it would help them find the rest of you. ”

“Her body,” Marina says quietly. “That’s sick. ”

My dad nods in agreement. “It didn’t work the way the Mogadorians intended. Exposed to One’s memories, I believe Adam developed doubts about his people. He rebelled. In the process, he helped me escape and find Sam. ”

Nine shakes his head. “This is the kind of double-agent shit they love to pull,” he insists.

“You met this Mog kid?” Six asks me.

Now everyone’s looking at me with the same scrutiny they were just using on my dad. I clear my throat, feeling uncomfortable. “Yeah. He was at the Dulce Base. He held off a squadron of Mogs while my dad and I escaped. ”

My dad frowns, looking down at the table. “I fear he didn’t survive the battle. ”

“Well, that’s a relief,” grumbles Nine, finally retaking his seat.

“There’s something else . . . ,” I say, glancing hesitantly at my father, wondering exactly how I should phrase this next revelation.

“What is it, Sam?” John asks.

“During the fight, he—he made the ground shake. It was like he had a Legacy. ”

“Bullshit on top of bullshit,” snorts Nine.

“It’s true,” counters my dad. “I forgot about that. Something happened to him during the experiment. ”

Ella speaks up, a note of fear in her voice. “Is that true? They can steal our powers?”

“I don’t think he stole the Legacy,” my dad clarifies. “He said it was a gift from the Loric. ”

Eight looks around. “You guys remember giving any Mogadorians gifts?”

John folds his arms across his chest. “It doesn’t seem like it should be possible. ”

“I’m sorry this news upsets you,” my dad says, looking around. “I wanted to tell you everything, even the unpleasant details. ”

“Is it really that bad?” asks Marina. “I mean, if one of the Mogadorians could understand they’re doing wrong, wouldn’t others . . . ”

“You want to count on them getting sympathetic now?” snaps Nine, and Marina stops talking.

Something occurs to me then, maybe because we’d spent so much time talking about how the Garde developed their Legacies and listening to my dad’s new details on their home world. “Your Legacies come from Lorien, right?”

“That’s what Henri told me,” John says.

“Katarina too,” adds Six.

“So, if that’s the case, it doesn’t seem like something that could just be ripped away by some Mog technology. I mean, if they could do that, they’d have stolen more powers from Lorien by now, right?”

“What’re you saying?” John asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Well, I guess I’m saying . . . what if Adam inherited that Legacy because One wanted him to?”

On one side of me, Nine snorts derisively. On the other side, my dad makes a thoughtful noise in his throat, stroking his chin. “Interesting theory,” he says.

“Yeah, whatever,” Nine says, leaning forward to peer at my dad. “You’re sure this wasn’t some elaborate Mog trap? You’re sure they weren’t tailing you?”

“I’m sure of it,” my dad replies with authority.

Down the table, Five chuckles. He’s been silent for most of the Adam discussion. Now, he looks around incredulously. “I’m sorry, but half the stories you guys just told me involved humans betraying you to the Mogadorians. ” He waves a hand at us. “These two were actually in contact with the Mogs, like, weeks ago. Hanging out. And you’re just going to trust them?”

John doesn’t hesitate. “Yes,” he says, looking Five right in the eyes. “I trust them with my life. And if this Mogadorian defector is still alive, we’re going to find him. ”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I CAN’T SLEEP THAT NIGHT. STRETCHED OUT ON the choicest couch in Nine’s showroom of a living room, I should’ve slept like a baby. It was a huge upgrade over the stiff, flea-bitten motel beds my dad and I had been enduring, not to mention the wonderful accommodations of Setrákus Ra.

There is just too much to think about. Finally reunited with the Garde and my father, ready to really begin the fight against the Mogadorians, I feel uneasy. Uneasy about the future. Uneasy about fitting in with the Loric.

I wonder how my dad is sleeping. He seemed exhausted after dinner; I know answering the Garde’s questions with his fractured memory put a major strain on him.

Maybe I was just feeling awkward after meeting so many new Garde. I’d had time to forge friendships with John and Six, time to get used to the whole alien thing. Being around the rest of them sort of threw me off balance. I could handle Nine’s bluster. Marina and Ella seemed normal enough. But then there was Eight, with that story about basically tricking humans into fighting for him. And Five—well, I don’t think anyone really understood what his deal was yet. Sometimes he seemed like the most socially inept person in the world, and other times like he was slyly mocking everyone.

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