The man doesn’t open his eyes,
but rather sits absolutely still and speaks. ‘I wondered when you were going to
come.’ Terrific actor aren’t I.
‘Why did you wonder that?’
‘Because these fools believe
they can control me.’ This will all
happen very quickly. You have one chance to do the right thing.
I look at him. And then at Elle.
I don’t know what to do about Yates. We haven’t had a moment to introduce him
to our new ability. If something happens he has to come with us.
‘I’m watching you, Easton.’
Agatha stands beside me with her eyes narrowed. She smells a rat.
‘Hello, Agatha, how are we
today? You bigoted old witch.’ Teague’s words are scathing, but he doesn’t give
her the time of day. Five.
‘You’ll
watch your mouth,’ Agatha spits. ‘After everything you’ve done you haven’t
earned the right to insult me.’ Four.
What’s
he going to do? Elle says. Yates, can
you hear me?
I
bless Elle’s thinking. She’s always on top of things so much quicker than I am.
How are you doing that? Yates thinks. A knot releases in my
stomach, whatever happens, we’ll be together.
Three.
Elle explains our new ability
quickly. Agatha has abandoned hope of talking to us. She stands with her hand
against the glass, almost willing Teague to challenge her.
Two.
‘You
killed all those people with your last experiment. Two men, three woman and a
child. Do you really expect me to treat you with anything other than contempt?’
Lies. Teague thinks. And one.
The
room erupts around us. Light fixtures go dark, some overload and explode in
showers of sparks. The population of spirits in the room joins in a unanimous
scream as we’re plunged into the gloom.
‘Secure the prisoner!’ Agatha
yells.
‘I think we’ll be making our
escape.’
Teague stands beside me and
grips my arm. I can only hope he’s gripped Elle’s too.
We’re jerked forward and enter
the Edge without another moment’s warning, leaving the chaos in the room behind
us.
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