Chapter 87
- Deacon blanks me completely, waves a dismissive hand at me
- like he has the last word, and leaves. Stalking back the way we came, like an arrogant shithead who needs to go choke.
- I honestly cannot stand that guy, and if I could turn, God, he would be first on my hit list to air punch across the room. I have enough rage bubbling through my veins to ignite it, but unfortunately, no actual ability in this weird futuristic building. All I need is a tiny bit to link Colton, tell him where his mom is, and bust everyone’s ass in here. I have enough rage that I think I could, maybe. I wish I’d been bright enough to find and use that gift when they chased me through the damn forest. I only have myself to blame for not being able to harness my given talent.