Page 20 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

“No, I didn’t,” I say. Groggily.

“I think you have a concussion. Don’t sleep. It’s not safe.”

“I’m not even bleeding,” I say through a yawn. “Nothing hit me.”

“Yes, Sadie. Something did hit you. You just didn’t see it.”

“You’re crazy.” But I smile as I say it, then open one eye to look at him.

He’s nodding. Which is not a good sign when you call someone crazy. Especially when you just helped him escape from an insane asylum. “I know. But not the way you think. Trust me, something hit you back there and fucked with your head. I’m sorry that happened. So don’t sleep. Not yet.”

My eyes just cannot stay open. I can’t even fight it. They are heavy. Like my mind. And they are out of my control. So no amount of shaking from Thomas or calling my name can make me stop what happens next.

I’m out.

CHAPTER SEVEN - THOMAS

I can’t stop… looking at her. There’s something there. Like I know her. Which is impossible. I have never seen this girl before in my life. I’d have remembered those eyes. For sure. I’m positive.

I try to wake her again, but she’s out. I think she really does have a concussion. If I was smart I’d drop her off at a hospital, but I can’t.

Well, I could.

But I won’t.

There’s just no way I’m not taking her with me. Fuck dropping her off. I need to know who this girl is.

Illusionist. Now that is some big news right there. And it can only mean one thing. She’s Prodigy.

But it can’t be. We blew Prodigy up fifteen years ago. More than fifteen now. And she can’t be that old. I’d bet not even twenty-five. Probably even younger than Molly.

I wonder if Molly knows her?

But again… we blew that place up. And this Sadie girl was not there.

The inner voice is cautioning me. Don’t go there, Thomas.

Because if she’s Prodigy and we’ve never seen her, then… fuck.

I shake my head. I don’t want to think about it. I just want to get her some place where I have her full attention. I want to ask her every question I can think of. I want to… know her.

The tower I’m heading to is on the southern outskirts of Cathedral City but I have to pass the remnants of ToyBox to get there. And that brings me back to why I was locked up in the first place.

And Yasmine.

Bitch. That fucking bitch.

But I got even, didn’t I? I have a private moment of satisfaction at that thought. She thought she had me. Stupid. Didn’t they tell her how they made me? Didn’t they tell her me and my drugs, all these years, were the only thing keeping me in check? And yeah, it was Case who started this process. But I was still in control until Yasmine went and fucked it all up.

Look out, motherfuckers. Because I’m back and I’m better than ever.

I smile as I look over at Sadie. I have a level ten illusionist sitting not two feet away from me.

Could things get any more ironic?

Well, I could ask myself why she was there in the first place.

Obviously, I need to face the fact that Prodigy School is alive and well. And the reason Sadie was standing in the vicinity of my mind wave was because they sent her to eliminate me. Or capture me. Steal me away from Yasmine.