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He must have. He hit the glass window with the crowbar, but it wouldn’t break. He tried again and again, then seemed to communicate with whoever was through the window. A desperate look came over him and he glanced down at her, his brows lifting in the middle.
She jogged to the base of the ladder and looked up.
“It’s made of something tough,” he shouted down, shaking his head.
Memories crashed into Daisy, memories she’d tried to suppress. Hours, days, weeks locked in the attic. It was her prison cell for when she’d failed to complete her training required. It was the place he sent her as punishment. But she’d forgotten about the window. She could always see the sky through it. She wasn’t even sure if she had tried to break it and escape. She had nowhere else to go. But he’d always told her she’d never get out.
“Try your gift,” Axel suggested.
“I can’t even move the water from the tap to the house,” she exclaimed, exasperated.
“You can do this,” he said down to her. “I’m sure of it.”
She shook her head and stepped back.
“Daisy. Look at me.” His gaze was hard and steady. Sure. “When we pulled you through the drain with Parker, do you remember that grate? It had been welded shut. I always thought it was a miracle we broke it. I thought maybe it was all Parker and his brute strength, but there was a part of me that wasn’t satisfied with that answer. Now I know why. Our bond had triggered then, didn’t it?”
She paled but nodded. When her fingers had brushed his through the grate, that’s when she’d felt all sense of despair dissipate from her gut.
“Are you saying I helped move that grate with my gift?”
“Yes.” He turned back to the window to address them inside. “Step back. The glass is going to break.”
Then he slid down the ladder like a pro, his boots hitting the ground with a thud.
“Now, Daze.” He faced her toward the window. “Focus on the window. Break it. Same thing you did for the grate. Deep breath. Go.”
There was something about Axel’s confidence. Something about the way he believed in her. It clicked another broken piece into place. She sharpened her stare on the window, glared, and then pushed her awareness outward. Like a fumbling child first learning to walk, she felt her mind grasp at the solid surface. An invisible hand in her control… but harder, more lethal. She tested the window, felt herself slide into the minuscule cracks, and then pushed everything she had into those tiny spaces with a scream of effort.
Every cell in her body swelled. But she kept pushing with that gift, kept swelling until the dam broke. The glass shattered and blew off the frame.
Axel used his body to shelter her from shards falling on them like acid rain. The instant the glass settled, he was back up the ladder, his body moving before her mind had caught up.
Something warm trickled down from Daisy’s nostril. When she wiped it, her hand came back smeared with blood. Dizziness swarmed her mind and her vision blurred but she took a few deep breaths and reined herself in.
A cloth was thrown over the broken windowsill. A hand emerged, then a head of dirty brown, wavy hair.
Lilo.
