Broken Knights (Gifted Academy #4) - Michelle Hercules Page 0,93

front, but I know how much this situation is affecting her.

“Let’s go, then. We’re running out of time.” Castro veers toward the corridor.

Daisy glances in my direction, saying without words that she needs me to come with her. But I also read guilt in her eyes. I don’t know what more I can do to make her stop feeling that way.

“I’ll be by your side the whole time, my love.”

“I know, but maybe it’ll be too hard for you to watch.”

I grin. “Not at all. It will give me great pleasure to watch you punish that son of a bitch.”

Xavier, who had followed Castro ahead of us, stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulder. “Daisy, are you coming?”

“Yeah.”

Marlon waves his arm in a flourishing gesture. “After you.”

Daisy steps in front of him, but the man cuts in front of me, following close behind her. I have every intention of pushing him out of my way, but Toby grabs my jacket sleeve. I tense on the spot. He must have sensed something.

Daisy, Xavier, and Marlon disappear through a door, and my instincts are telling me to hurry up, but I have to find out what Toby picked up first.

“Speak fast,” I tell him.

“I just sensed something dubious from Marlon. He lied to us when he said he couldn’t breach Delta’s mind.”

“Why would he do that?”

Toby glances at the front door. “Shit. We’re not alone here. I sense at least five more Idols closing in on the cabin.”

The small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Pulling my lightning-glass dagger from my pocket, I whirl around. “This is a trap.”

I run toward the room Daisy disappeared into, but when I try to open the door, it won’t budge. Fuck! Kicking the damn thing doesn’t help either.

“Daisy!” I yell.

There’s no response, which makes me more desperate. My eyes burn, filled with tears of frustration. I’m a fucking weakling, and I failed her.

“Let me try.” Toby pushes me out of the way, but he can’t bring the door down either.

Our time is up. The front door bursts open, and in come the Idols Toby sensed. Surprisingly, they aren’t carrying lightning-glass weapons like I expected.

“Stop right there,” the man at the front commands.

I take a step forward with my weapon ready. “Make me.”

The asshole steps aside to allow a familiar person to enter.

“Soren. Motherfucker. Where the hell have you been?”

“Where is Daisy?” he asks with urgency.

“Trapped in that room. Toby and I couldn’t break through.”

“Shit. It’s because Castro is in there. He’s sealed the room from inside.”

“Are you saying there’s no way to get in?” My voice rises to a shrill.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Is Daisy there alone?”

“No, Xavier is with her.”

“Then let’s hope they realize this was a trap before the worst happens.”

DAISY

The knots in my stomach twist more savagely when my eyes land on Delta. His arms are cuffed behind the chair, and his blond head is dipped low. The door closes behind me with a resounding click, sounding final. Rufio has yet to come in, but I can’t wait for him. My feet move of their own accord, bringing me closer to the monster who murdered my parents in cold blood.

He lifts his ugly face, boring into me with the weight of his hate-filled stare.

“I knew you would show up sooner or later.”

“Why do you look so smug? Do you know what’s going to happen to you?”

He laughs in a carefree manner. “Hmm, let me guess. You’re going to unmake me so that asshole over there can get the location of our headquarters.”

“That’s right. But I don’t need Marlon to get the intel. I can do it myself.”

I reach for his head, but he swiftly jumps from his seat, free from his restraints, and pushes me back. I crash against Xavier, and we almost end up on the floor. Marlon and Castro untangle us, but before I can use my powers against Marlon, he throws a lightning-glass net over me, dampening my powers.

Fuck. Not again.

Rufio pounds against the door, screaming my name. Xavier is also rendered powerless by the other agent.

“What the hell are you doing?” he yells at Castro.

Delta laughs maliciously. “You’re fools. Do you seriously believe Idols would side with Fringes and Norms? Only the mentally unstable would pick a race of insects over their own.”

Marlon’s grip on my arm is painful, and the net is cutting off my connection to my powers. But looking at Delta’s glee, watching him take pleasure in