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“Watching what?” Brennan is the smart one; he always has his head stuck in a book.
I caught him reading romance novels once, he even sneaks me in some when I’m good. Mr Z doesn’t like us wasting our time on unnecessary reading. We need to spend all our time on our special skills, but I don’t know what mine are yet. I’m good at a lot of things, but not great.
“I was watching Case and Kai open those safes and Kai got mad that Case opened his first. He was pissed like I am. He thinks he isn’t great at anything too.”
“Zircon, you know Kai is great. He is better than grown men. Case is just faster—his memory of the material is better because he studies.” He eyes me for a long moment, thencontinues. “You don’t realise how much of an asset you are. You can find someone’s weakness within minutes of meeting them. That can assist us with missions when you’re older, but only if you practise.”
“But that isn’t cool. Case can see in the dark, Marlow is like a supercomputer, and Laughn can be electrocuted and feel nothing. Davis can tell when people are lying, and Boston is super smart—he remembers things from when he was a baby. I can’t even get drunk.”
“When did you try to get drunk?” he snaps.
“With Team Saint. They had a party and they let me go. They all got wasted, and I felt nothing. My life sucks,” I huff.
“Who was your handler on duty?”
“That new guy when Mr Z had everyone else busy. Team Saint had some sleeping pills. He slept for ten hours solid. I thought he was dead.”
“Jolie, did you hear me?” Brennan asks.
I turn to look at him, clearing the memory from my mind.
“Huh,” is all I say, stunned by this revelation. The guys all have abilities—how weird—and missions... I wonder what that is all about.
“I said, I told my mother that Sinclair had a bad break-up, and that is why you were gone all night. You cannot tell anyone you have your memory back. I can’t stress that enough.”
“I’m not sure it’s fully back yet anyway. Things are still coming in flashes and waves.”
“I wish I could tell you it will be over soon, but since we can’t be sure, just let me know if you have any side effects and I will get Chester to help.”
Rain patters on the car window as we approach the Myers house and lightning flashes across the sky. There is something so majestic about storms, and I can’t help but love them.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything,” he says.
“Was there always a connection between all of us? When I came here, all I wanted was to find Trace, no matter what it took or who I hurt. But once I was here, I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and I know now one of my abilities is not overreacting.”
“I wouldn’t say overreacting is the right word.”
“Whatever. But I feel it, this pull, and I gravitate to each of you.”
“Yes, you will always have that with us all. It’s in our DNA—we are all linked to you. You shouldn’t be linked to my team, but for some reason, you always have been, and we aren’t exactly sure why.”
“How did I manage ten guys as a thirteen-year-old?” I question, because in reality, juggling ten guys is just plain baffling.
“You had us all wrapped around your little finger, and you knew it.”
I smile. Ten guys when I never even wanted one to stick around... though maybe it’s why I lose interest fast. One guy isn’t enough to hold my attention since these ten are literally programmed into my soul like I’m a freakin robot.
The beginning of a headache forms behind my eyes, while I try to wrap my mind around this clusterfuck.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jolie
The Myers house is bustling with activity, and Mrs Myers has an entire team whose job it is to help us get ready. I have already been plucked, waxed, primped, and primed, and that was before my hair and makeup were even done.
My dress was hung in my room; Mrs Myers chose it for me since I wasn’t available.
