Page 195 of Gift from the Source
When he lifts his hands, his black cape reveals a shade of skin that doesn’t match who it is we’re holding our breath for. Regardless, his movements have us readying our stances.
I realize what he’s doing after a couple flicks of his hands.
“He’s a caster. He’s about to reveal a concealment.”
My men each clench their fists, and we wait.
A united flinch passes through the hundreds of our people lined up.
Wave after wave of black begins popping up behind him as he continues to unravel his concealment. The numbers in front of us are staggering.
My limbs grow heavy.
Their lines travel double the distance back than ours do. The hatred rolling off each of them is potent to the point I taste it on my tongue.
I pick up the sound of Aurora’s gasp as the feeling hits her. Her gift caresses all of us as she tries to counteract the emotion with her own determination. It merely washes over my skin like a pitiful breeze.
My lungs beg for oxygen, but breathing seems hopeless.
In a move far too organized, they all sling their black capes off and my eyes widen.
Exact replicas of E.F. uniforms.
The only way we will be able to tell our people from theirs is the bright red Ms painted on their foreheads.
I exhale painfully.
The caster links his fingers together, steps to the side, then bows low.
In a move so perfectly synced, it sounds like thunder cracking across the sky, the entirety of their army steps to the side, and splits the middle. A prick of pain in my palm forces me to unclench my fist as my claws slice the skin.
My glare stays trained on that path.
Thirteen hooded figures are making their way down and my beast rumbles in my chest. I can assume who they all are.
They all will meet their end today.
They reach the end of the path and split off. Six on one side, six on the other, giving the being in the middle a little room.
As their hoods lift, I make eye contact with each piece of shit.
Starting at the left at the end of their line, I meet the glares of the entire Everglow Nexus and Dr. Drin. I’m a little pleased to see he looks scared shitless. No doubt a lab or fancy estate is where he’d prefer to be.
I don’t look at the Summum-Master purposely.
I move on to the man I hate equally as much beside him.
Donald’s feral smile makes me sneer. I want to knock all his teeth down this throat. I don’t give him the satisfaction of my eyes lingering on him. If I get my way, we’ll have time to get reconnected soon enough.
I know the moment Tillman locks onto Claven standing beside my piece of shit rapist. My chest grows heavy with the weight of a mountain.
Vicki’s, Hunt’s, and Isaiah Gale’s stares are trained on the men they called a Nexus a few feet down from me. The sense of betrayal written across their faces is laughable.
The final person at the end of the line causes my beast to push at my skin.
Silvia Gale.
I’d recognize that yellow hair anywhere and that deranged smile plastered across her face heats my blood. She doesn’t spare me a glance and I can’t bring myself to look at Cas.
