Broken Knights (Gifted Academy #4) - Michelle Hercules Page 0,4
her blind eyes cold and hard. “I’m sorry it has to be this way, Daisy, but I don’t have a choice. I just wish you hadn’t brought your sister with you.”
I struggle against my constraints, but it’s futile. Shit. There’s only one option. I have to use my Unmaker gift against her. I don’t know why it hasn’t been triggered yet. I haven’t learned to control it, after all.
I focus on the energy in her chains, using it as a guide to the source of Andromeda’s power in her core. But when I try to pull it into me, I can’t. Damn it. She’s stronger than I am. No wonder my powers weren’t triggered automatically.
“Andromeda!” a male voice yells from behind us. “Let them go at once.”
“Walk away, Soren. This doesn’t concern you.”
A gust of wind flies by me, colliding with Andromeda a second later. Her chains slacken right before they release Rosie and me. Quickly, I jump back to my feet and reach for Rosie. Andromeda is distracted now by Soren, so that’s our chance to run away. But I can’t leave him.
“Go, Rosie. Run back to the school and get the guys.”
“What about you?”
“I have to help Soren.”
Rosie races toward the end of the alley, and I whirl around, trying to find an opening. Soren is moving so fast that he’s nothing but a blur. The same can be said of Andromeda’s chains. They’re like golden flashes of light.
If I can’t take away her powers, I have to try to slow her down. I stretch my right arm, palm facing forward, and will Andromeda to stop moving. The air ripples in front of me, and a moment later, Andromeda’s movements become sluggish. She glances at me in slow motion, her long hair whipping in front of her face.
Soren, who is unaffected by my slow-motion trick, takes the opportunity to shoot her in the neck with a tranquilizer. Seconds tick by. All I can hear is the sound of my heart racing. Finally, her eyes roll back in their sockets and she collapses, unconscious.
Breathing heavily, Soren spares a fleeting glance at Andromeda’s crumpled form on the ground before he turns to me. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. I can’t believe she attacked me.” I walk over. “Do you think she was somehow forced or brainwashed to turn against me?”
Soren opens his mouth to reply, but his attention switches to a commotion behind me.
My boyfriends are here.
“Daisy, are you okay?” Bryce pulls me into his arms, crushing me against his chest.
“I’m fine.”
“What happened to Andromeda?” Morpheus asks.
“She turned against me. I don’t know why.”
“I do,” Soren replies. “She’s a Neo God spy.”
“What?” we all ask in unison.
The sound of tires screeching nearby draws our attention to the main street. A black SUV has parked at the mouth of the alley, blocking the way. Mr. Silverstone exits the vehicle, sporting a grim expression on his face. I expected to see Stephan with his father, but it seems the man came alone.
Rufio stops next to me but leaves enough space between us that it feels like a chasm. His eyes remain trained on Andromeda when he says, “If she’s a Neo God spy, she’s not working for my father.”
At once, the Silverstones turn to him. “How do you know?” Soren asks through a frown.
“The man is too arrogant. He’d never, ever recruit an Idol with a disability, no matter how powerful they were. Which means she must be working for someone else.”
“That’s something we have yet to confirm,” Mr. Silverstone replies. “Soren, would you take the girl to the car?”
“Where are you taking her?” I ask.
“Don’t worry about Andromeda. She’s our problem now.”
Morpheus steps into Soren’s path. “Hold on.” He lifts her limp right arm and, through slits, inspects her hand.
“What are you doing?” Soren asks.
“I sensed something peculiar.”
Mr. Silverstone steps closer. “What, son?”
“The mark of a demigod.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Rufio blurts out, stepping away from us. My body angles to follow him, but I catch myself. I don’t dare approach him, even if it’s to offer comfort.
“So not the island god,” Phoenix pipes up, wide-eyed.
“Island god?” Soren raises an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t mind Phoenix,” Bryce replies, frowning at his friend.
Morpheus releases Andromeda’s hand and then glances at Mr. Silverstone. “I’d like to be present when you interrogate her.”
He jerks his head back. “I don’t think that wi—”
“I must insist.” Morpheus’s shadows make an appearance, circling only around his wrists. But no one with a pulse can