Chapters (48)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Copyright
“Matt,” Cage said, “come on. We never would have left you if we’d thought you were alive. Never. You know that. You know us.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He leveled the gun in our direction. “This is my life now. Even if I wanted to turn my back on Omnistellar, I couldn’t. You have no idea, no idea, what I owe them. So you’re all coming with me.”
Jasper’s eyes narrowed. “From what I’ve gathered, your power is sensing people. That, your sword, and your gun against the whole lot of us? I don’t envy your chances, even with some new fun healing abilities thrown in.”
“Did you think I told you my story for fun?” Matt arched an eyebrow, and for a moment I saw the old him in his face: determined, dryly amused, kind. Then it vanished. “I was waiting.”
“Waiting for what?” I demanded.
But as soon as I said it, footsteps echoed behind us. We spun to find Priya and the man with the chipped tooth, Hallam, advancing, a small Asian woman at their side. Spinning, we saw another hunter behind Matt, a man in his forties with a shaved head. He, too, had a stun gun aimed right at us.
In the narrow corridor with hunters on either side, we were completely and utterly trapped.
Arrival. Imminence. Completion of one thread only to unravel it and follow it back in on itself. One thread becomes many.
Voices.
Sound.
Cacophony.
Silence.
They do not drift.
They hunt.
TWENTY-SEVEN
AGAINST MATT, WE’D STOOD A chance. Against all five bounty hunters, clearly anomalies themselves, we were helpless. It took us about thirty seconds to arrive at that conclusion before we surrendered.
They snapped cuffs on us to inhibit our powers and marched us through Obsidian, past the curious and hostile glares of the criminals assembled in the halls, back to the docking ring, back to their ship. Alexei’s uncle Grigori waited by the airlock, and Alexei lunged at him so hard it took Hallam and Matt together to restrain him, even with his arms cuffed behind his back. “You said we had twelve hours until Omnistellar arrived,” he seethed in Russian.
Grigori’s impassive features distorted into a rage to match his nephew’s. “And you betrayed your family,” he spit in English, making sure we all understood. “Besides, I didn’t lie. Omnistellar is still several hours away.” He inclined his head to Priya. “Legion finds their quarry again.”