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Clay stood as he talked to a man dressed in a whiter than white boiler suit, but there was the sudden prick of unease that swathed me, causing a chill of goosebumps to pop along my arms.
I locked into the conversation, but the noise was like fingernails scraping down a blackboard. I slammed my hands over my ears and sighed.
I sat on the seat and cuddled up to Ryan. “Can you really make yourself invisible?” I whispered.
“Yes, but it zaps me of energy for days.”
“Would you do it for me? I want to know what Clay is saying to that man.”
“Use your super hearing,” Ryan said.
“I tried...”
“It’s time Lacey,” Clay said. I twisted to see him staring at me, a slight frown landed on his lips afterwards.
“Okay,” I said, and he turned back to the man he was with.
“I’ve tried, but there is a strange noise over their voices and I can’t make out the conversation. Why would Clay do that?” I asked Ryan.
“Maybe it isn’t Clay, and it is all to do with the chamber.”
I looked up through my eyelashes from my seated position, noticing Clay staring at me again as he continued his conversation.
“Lacey, are you ready?” Clay asked a minute later.
I nodded and rose from my seat, and held Ryan’s arm. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got a different idea.”
I kissed Ryan and then Seb, and looked at Kane afterwards. “We’re now linked, aren’t we?”
He nodded.
I love you too.
His eyes crinkled at the side as he smiled.
“Please keep tuned into me, I might need you.”
Kane grabbed my hand. “Are you sure about this?”
“I need it. Not to delete the Carter memory, I need the memory of my parents.”
“Go,” Kane said.
“Lacey, we are running out of time,” Clay said.
The double doors opened, and I took tentative steps to the large chair in the middle of what looked similar to a medical lab, with its stark white walls and floors, everything clinically clean and smelling of lemons.
I didn’t want to back out of this memory recall, though the thought of being drugged and incapacitated filled me with dread.
A large tinted window was directly in front of the chair as I took my seat. I squinted, trying to focus behind the screen at the other man’s face, but the lighting obscured it from my view. All I knew was Clay and the man in the white boiler suit were in deep conversation.
I closed my eyes momentarily, as I tried to pick up the sound—but nothing came through. Nothing at all. The chamber they were in was totally soundproof, even to my super hearing.
An unease swathed me and I felt like I was sitting in the middle of a hunting ground, ready to be pipped off with a single gunshot to the head. I closed my eyes. I had no choice. I was going to have to use a little extra help.
“Kane, help me.”
“Are you in danger?” he asked, warily.
