Bound [Book #1]

They are connected by the fact that they've all died and been brought back.

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14. Fourteen.

“I'm sorry about Graham,” Terry said from the doorway.

I broke away from Julia and turned my head. “It's not your apology I'm looking for,” I said. “But it's nice to see that you know your friend is wrong.”

Terry nodded. “He means well, it's just you're here now and he doesn't want you to—”

“I'm not going to get you guys killed,” I told him firmly. “Who knows if the group that's searching for me—for us—are even watching the news about the missing girls?”

“She's right,” Julia said. “Why would they waste their time? They have no idea that a psychic would even want to interfere with something normal humans can do.”

I flinched at the way she said humans.

I was still one, regardless of my newly discovered self.

Before I could say anything else, Graham walked in. He looked a little stressed, and as I opened my mouth, he shook his head quickly.

“It's not because of you,” he assured me as he sat down on the floor. “I'm sorry I acted like an asshole, but can you blame me?”

I shook my head. “I shouldn't have accused you of anything. It's just I still don't understand everything. Maybe I never will, and that's okay. I just want to be able to use what I can do to help people.”

Suddenly, Julia's hand slid into mine and she laced our fingers together. I looked at her and she smiled.

“If Vivian wants to do this, I want to help her,” she said. “You can't stop us from making our own decisions, Graham.”

Graham looked at her, his green eyes soft. “I wouldn't do that, Jules. I know you and Terry had lives before I found you. I just want you to be safe, and if you do this—”

Julia stopped him, her voice rising a little. “Who's to say if we go, we die? Think about it for a minute. We have no way of knowing if this group of hunters is watching, waiting.”

“Exactly!” Graham said, and stood up. He looked at us. “We don't know what to expect, so we'll wait it out.”

“But if we wait, another body could show up,” I said sadly.

“Vi, you can't help them,” Graham said.

“Yes, I can!” I shouted, getting to my feet. I narrowed my eyes. “You don't know what I'm capable of.”

“You're shaking,” Julia whispered, touching my shoulder.

“Don't be foolish!” hissed Graham, stepping toward me. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to calm his voice. It didn't work. “You're not strong enough, not without us.”

“How do you know?” I asked. “I have the only goddamned power here that can find anyone. You know, Graham, for a 'fearless leader', you're showing a lot of fear at the moment.”

“Shut up,” he snapped, his eyes burning. “You don't know anything about me.”

I smirked at him. “And you don't know anything about me.”

“The hell I don't,” he said, advancing toward me. He went to strike me just then, and when I lifted my hand to stop him, something happened.

My palm connected with his chest, in an attempt to push him away, and his face contorted. He pulled himself back.

There was a black hand print on the fabric of his white shirt. Scotched. Eaten away. Burned. It didn't matter what you called it, because it was all caused by one thing.


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