Page 72 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

Help me, Sadie. Please.

I close my eyes. His plea is so hard to resist. “First you take me to Thomas.”

“No,” Uzi says. “He’s just gonna hijack you again. Take control.”

“I’m a lot stronger than him right now. I can kick him out. Watch.” I do. I shut off his plea and immediately, Cyan is back.

Her body is next to me, but her mind is inside me. Her shoulder relaxes with relief.

“I can control him right now. And I want to see what you’ve done to him. So get me some clothes and take me there right now. Or I’ll kick you out again, Cyan. I can do it, you know I can.”

I kick her out of me and let Thomas back in.

It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to smile about that.

For as long as I can remember, Cyan has been stronger than me. I have kicked her out before, but it takes a lot of effort.

Using Thomas didn’t take any effort. It was instantaneous.

“He’s done something to you,” she says, letting go of my arm. “He’s done something to you, Sadie, and whatever it is… it’s not good.”

“Clothes,” I say.

Uzi shakes his head and walks out, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Cyan walks over to a dresser, pulls out some clothes, and tosses them on the bed. “I guess I have no choice. But I’d just like to go on record that this is a very bad idea. He is what he is, Sadie. So whatever sweet-talk he used on you while he kept you prisoner”—she snarls that word—“it’s not good. And you better think long and hard before you fall for it. Because if you take his side…”

“If I take his side what?” I ask. “You’ll hurt me?”

She makes a face. “I’d never hurt you. You know that.”

I do know that. But I don’t feel like taking it back. So I get dressed instead. These are obviously her clothes because they fit me perfectly. And when I’m ready, dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and the red sneakers she’s partial to, she opens the door and says, “Come with me.”