Page 66 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

Then it’s gone. Like he flipped a switch. He’s very in tune with his power.

Prodigy. Only Prodigy has powers like this.

“I’m gonna make you pay, asshole,” the masked man says. “I’m gonna make you pay for what you did to my brother, Thomas.”

I have no idea who his brother is, or what Thomas might’ve done to him, but it no longer matters. He aims a weapon at me and a dart bursts out of the barrel, hitting me square in the chest.

I look down, see the dart sticking out of my heart, and immediately know what he’s done.

It’s a drug dart.

The effects start before that thought is even through forming. I feel the chemicals inside me. They burn their way through the chambers of my heart, then empty into my bloodstream. Seconds later it’s been delivered to my entire body.

I fall to my knees, laughing. “You fucked up, asshole,” I say, crumpling to the ground, unable to control my body. I’m gonna turn back into Thomas and he’s gonna power up his own mental ability and put up a good fight.

A great fight.

“You fucked up. You just wait.”

My threats are ignored, but I have no time to wonder why.

The darkness is back.

I go into it relieved.

It really sucks being wrong. And I know I’m wrong the whole time I try to wake up. Because I’m not Thomas, I’m still me.

Asshole, I try to say. But it comes out as a groan. The one fucking time I need the guy to take over and he’s not here. Asshole.

“Not time to wakey-wakey yet, you freak,” a deep voice says off to my left. A sharp jab to my heart tells me all I need to know.

The chemicals flood my body and…

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - SADIE

His face is handsome, even with the scar. It’s his eyes, I think. They are brown, but not just any brown. They are the light brown of autumn leaves, with golden flecks of brilliance shining through the darkness.

Sadie, he says. But it’s in my mind.

I think I love him right now.

Sadie, come back to me.

I’m here.

Sadie, Sadie, Sadie…

I open my eyes and he becomes real. “Iziah,” I say, my lips trembling and my voice shaking.

“Shhhh,” he says, sitting down on the bed next to me. “Shhh. I got you, chick. I got you. Don’t think about anything right now. Don’t worry about anything right now.”

“Where am I?”

“What did I just say?” He laughs, sweeping a strand of sweat-soaked hair out of my eyes. “Just relax. You’re all good.”

I close my eyes, mostly because they are too heavy to keep open. It’s just too much effort. “I’ve missed you,” I mutter, almost asleep again.

He leans down, making the bed move, and kisses my forehead. “We’ve missed you too. But forget it for now. Just sleep a little longer, Sade. You’re safe here.”

The next time I open my eyes, I see him again, but not him. “Uzi,” I whimper.

The reaction is much the same. “Shhh, Sade. You’re OK. I’m just changing your drugs. Your stupid fucking friend messed you up good with that gas. But we got a hold on it now. Don’t worry. Just sleep.”

“Cyan,” I whimper back. “Where’s Cyan?”

“She’s been in and out the past week. She’s sleeping now, like you should be. I’ll tell her you’re almost ready. She’ll be so happy.” Uzi caresses my cheek with his hand and then leans down and kisses my forehead, just like Iziah did the last time I woke up. “Just sleep.”