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the door of the
lab. I suspect they know I’m here. A suspicion that proved accurate when I
opened the door, only to face five guards in a semi-circle around the door.
    Three of them held
their guns on me; the other two raised their cattle prods. I released the power
hiding me from their normal sight, and raised my arms in surrender. Despite
obviously knowing I was there, two of them took a step back in surprise. I
wanted nothing more than to push through them, grab Jason, and run. But I’m
outnumbered. Fighting them right now would not help me. Or Jason.
    One of the men
grabbed my shoulder and spun me toward a wall. They zip-tied my hands behind me
and turned me to face them once again.
    One of the
cattle-prod bearing guards touched his ear. “He’s in custody. We’ll take him to
room 23 and secure him.” He paused for a moment, listening to the reply. With a
curt nod at his companions, they began to march me down the hall.
    I turned to glare
at them, my voice lowered into a warning growl. “You won’t hold me long. And I
will tear this place to the ground. ”

SEVEN
    Sam

 
 
    We were in Silvan
City. Neither Alice nor Mark required much convincing when I told them we
needed to go. Apparently, even with their distrust of Kindred…or
Jeremiah—whatever he was going by these days—they believed he wanted to help
Jason. And they definitely believed me when I told them I didn’t know anything
else.
    Hannah, on the
other hand… well, she didn’t seem so sure. She kept giving me sideways glances,
and questioning whether Jeremiah said anything else. Every time I answered in
the negative, she gave me another look, as if she was almost done giving me the
chance to come clean. How she could read me so easily, I didn’t know.
    “Jason is
terrified right now,” I said, kind of out of the blue. “But he’s hiding it
behind some determination. I think he wants to try escaping. But Jeremiah
hasn’t told me where they are yet, and we can’t help until he does.”
    Hannah spoke up.
“Maybe you should try reading Jeremiah again. If you do, he may speak up again.
He doesn’t seem to like it when you go into his head.”
    “Hypocrite,” Alice
hissed from the front seat. Apparently, she still held a grudge. Whatever
Jeremiah did in the past was not important anymore; for now at least. Of course
we couldn’t forget that the man had killed multiple people and terrorized my
brother, but for now? For now, we had to forget all that and trust him to watch
out for Jason.
    “Alice, we have to
work with him. He doesn’t think like most people, but after everything he went
through, do you expect him to? Mason did horrible things to him. Most likely,
if he had been allowed to live his life without Mason’s interruption, Jeremiah
would have been a good person,” I urged the police officer.
    I could tell she
was listening, but she still had a frown on her face. I huffed impatiently. Of
course it would be hard for a cop to ignore the crimes Jeremiah had committed.
Even if it would help us in the short-term.
    Continuing my
argument, I said, “Whatever he’s done in the past, he’s trying to help now. I
don’t fully trust him either, but I can tell he genuinely wants to help Jason.
Don’t do anything that will scare him off.”
    Both Alice and
Mark straightened in their seats. “I wouldn’t do anything to compromise Jason’s
safety. You should know that, Sam,” she informed me. She sounded hurt, and her
emotions mirrored the vocal clues.
    I winced, staring
out the window for a second. The last thing I wanted was to alienate my
friends. Whatever was happening with Jason, I needed their help to find him—and
to help me keep myself together. Sometimes it was hard to keep my own feelings
separate from others. The cold detachment I’d felt while with Hunter, for
example. How I enjoyed manipulating my own brother. That wasn’t the real me,
but—for a time—it was.
    Alice sighed,
apparently thinking I wouldn’t respond