Page 68 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

CHAPTER TWENTY - SADIE

“Sadie.”

This time the voice is different. Soft. Feminine. Mine.

I open my eyes and see my sister. “Cyan,” I whisper. I reach for her hand and squeeze. She squeezes back harder.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit. What the hell happened?”

“We’re still trying to figure some of it out. But you’re OK now. We’ve got you back and that’s all that matters. Just rest.”

“No,” I say, pushing myself up on my elbows. “I’m done resting. I feel like I’ve been in this bed for weeks.”

“You have,” she says. There’s fear in her voice. “That gas—” She shakes her head. “Whatever it was really fucked you up. But I’m almost done analyzing it. I wish I could’ve gotten that done sooner. It would’ve shortened your recovery period.”

“Where’s Uzi?”

“He’s in the other room sleeping. We’ve been taking shifts with you. Keeping things going until you were strong again.” She squeezes my hand. “The worst is over now. You’re gonna be fine. Your leg is healing and—”

But I lose track of her words because a memory hits me in the head. “There was a crash,” I say, interrupting her.

“Yes.” Cyan nods. “A very bad one. Your leg was…” She shudders and makes a face. “Gross. But don’t worry. It’s healing nicely. The nanites have almost knitted everything back to good as new. Maybe a few more hours and you’ll never even be able to tell it was broken.”

I go looking for more memories, but my mind is blank. “Why can’t I remember anything?”

“I think it’s just a side effect. Of the gas. But it’ll wear off.”

“Where did you guys find me?”

My sister pauses for a moment, looking down at me with that thoughtful expression I’ve always loved. I wonder if I look at her that way? We have the same face. The same eyes, hair, fingers and toes. Identical, with one exception.

I’m an illusionist and she’s a mentalist.

But together, we are more than twins. We are complements. Yin and yang. Wondertwins.

“You were kidnapped by one of the Alphas. That’s who poisoned you.”

“Good God.” My insides twist with that revelation. “How long was I gone? How long did those sick fucks have me?”

She pats my hand sympathetically. “Don’t think about it now, OK? Uzi wants to fill you in on all those details later. Do you want to take a bath? I have your favorite bubbles.”

“God, yes.” I laugh. “That would be heaven.” But then I remember something. “Wait. I think I saw Iziah here. Was I dreaming? Is he here? Did you find him?”

“Yes,” Cyan says. Her sisterly smile beams down on me like rays of sunshine. “We found him about a month ago.” The smile fades. “It was so bittersweet though, you know? You go missing just when we thought we were all back together again.”

“Is he… OK?”

“He’s fine.” But it’s a lie and she knows I know it. “He will be fine. He was pretty fucked up when we got him out too. But not as bad as you. And then they found you in that tunnel with the Alpha. He sent Iziah reeling into a piece of wreckage with a mental blast, tore his biohazard suit open, and then the gas got him too. But he’s OK. He was mostly protected by the suit, so his dose was much smaller. He’ll come say hi when he gets some time. We’re very busy. We’ve got Prodigy within reach now. We’re going to take them out, Sadie. Just like we planned.”

Another flash across my vision. Sadie, it says. Help me.

“Are you OK?” Cyan asks me. She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“I just got a flash. Of the Alpha.” I look up at my sister. “Thomas Brooks was the one who took me, wasn’t he?”

She nods, but says nothing.