It’s a heads or tails toss up each time one of us is born, and depending on which side the child inherits their traits from, they could be completely void of any special talents. This causes animosity and sometimes violence,” Hale asserts while flipping through the mug shots from the chip I brought in.
His eyes catch my drifting ones while Brazen studies the screen. I’m trapped now, and the hand holding mine needs to knock the hell out of me - or knock the Hale out of me rather.
“What happens if or when we do find them? They’ve got our weapons and technology. They’ll have uranium tipped bullets that can shred through your skins. What then?” Cavine inserts.
I’m really starting to hate him all the more.
“We have a weapon they’ll never see coming, and they won’t be expecting her at all.” Clay proudly announces, and Brazen’s hand tightens on mine as a smug smirk appears on his face.
“ Her ?” Cavine murmurs with confusion.
“Her,” Hale repeats, and he too seems very smug.
“Araya Crush will step in if things get too hazy for us. She’s only to be called in for emergency purposes,” Clay clarifies, and now Cavine’s pompous ass seems terrified for having provoked me.
“What can she do?” one man asks.
“That’s classified. She’s our girl, and no one outside our circle can know of her abilities per her request.”
Except for my full blood fiancé.
Brazen tries to stifle his cocky grin when he thinks the same thing I do, and then the conversation gets shifted again.
“For now that’s our details. We’ll divide and conquer tomorrow. Araya and Hale will stay here to train the newbies to keep the charade going while the rest of us start checking out the arsenals ourselves for clues.” Clay says with a bomb-dropping tone, and now Brazen’s jaw has taken on a clenched position I don’t think it will release from.
“Wouldn’t it be wise to bring Araya along in case we find someone who might know something? Her skills don’t start and end with her gift. Her interrogation ability is far more advanced than anyone else’s here,” he counters, and it’s almost adorable to see him trying to keep me with him instead of leaving me here with Hale.
“I don’t like bringing Araya out into the field without needing her. It’s too risky,” Clay interjects, and I know he’s thinking about what happened to me five years ago when the guilt etches itself onto his face.
Hale’s eyes drop when the guilt weighing them down becomes too heavy, and then Brazen’s jaw tenses again.
“I’ll be there to ensure nothing happens to her this time,” Brazen declares.
Hale seems to be even more burdened now, and he just walks back to his seat as if he can’t bear to stand anymore. I resist the urge to comfort him, to free him of the guilt he shouldn’t feel.
“We may need her to interrogate, but we’ll wait until we have a lead. If ambushed, they’ll surely take her,” Clay interjects, and then Brazen finally gives up the fight before he pisses of the commander.
“I don’t like this,” he growls into my ear.
“I don’t either, but you don’t have anything to worry about.” I hope.
The meeting adjourns, and Brazen almost rips me free from the room before Hale can try anything else.
“So I guess you weren’t really trying to make peace with the rivaling clans these past couple of months,” I observe.
“Sorry. It was classified,” he tartly remarks.
“So is my gift, but I told you what it is,” I mumble.
“It’s amazing to me the commander of the United happens to be your best friend, but he’s making you - our strongest weapon - stay here with your ex, his other dearest friend,” he explodes.
Whoa.
“Did you really just refer to me as a weapon?” I scoff, and I jerk my hand free from his.
“Don’t act like that. You know what I was saying. I was using his phrasing, not my own. You shouldn’t act proud when he says