Bound [Book #1]

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

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6. Six.

As Graham ushered me out of the automatic doors, I turned to him. He grinned at me. “I told you I'd take care of it,” he said. “You're out – what more do you want?”

“I want to go home,” I said honestly. “I want to see my parents, I want to tell them what happened.”

I stalked away, but not far, because he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. Narrowing his eyes, he spoke quietly.

“You can't go back,” he told me. “Don't you understand? You can't tell anyone about this. They wouldn't believe you anyway.”

“Why not?” I asked.

He let me go and scoffed. “Think about it. You can't go, 'Hey Mom and Dad, last night I died and when I woke up, I had supernatural abilities. Oh, also there are people after me. I think they want to kill me.' You'd sound crazy.”

“So the hospital is a fitting place for me then,” I said, giving him a small smile.

“You're so clever,” Graham said, rolling his eyes. “Listen to me. It's important.” He slipped into a coffee shop that was along the street, ordered, and sat down by the window. “You have to be careful now. You can't use your power around normal people, they'll feel it.”

“How?” I asked.

After our coffee arrived, Graham took a sip. “You'd see it in their face, when you touch them and access their memories. There's a slight twitch of the eyes, because they, for some reason, can feel something in their head. It's unusual, but it happens.”

“How am I supposed to use my power then?” I said, raising an eyebrow. I drank and stared out onto the street. I watched the cars and people for a few more minutes before I turned my attention back to Graham.

He looked at me, his green eyes calm. “Only when necessary - they can't track you if you don't use too much.”

“That makes sense,” I said, nodding. I stirred the coffee with my finger. “So how did you do it?”

“Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow. “How did I do what?”

“Convince Mitchell to let me go,” I replied. “There was no way unless you-”

He gave me a sly look. “I had to find a better way.”

“But how?” I pressed. “What else are you gifted with?”

A small smile fluttered across his lips as he drained his coffee. Then he glanced at me, and reached out to grip a strand of my hair.

“I can't tell you all of my secrets right away, darling.”

I frowned. “I need to know sometime.”

“I'll tell you when the time is right,” he said. Then he stood. “We should get going. The faster we move, the less likely it is we'll be found. Until then, we should lay low.”

“Can I ask you something?”

He nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Are there others?” I asked quietly.

“Others?” he repeated, confused.

“Like us,” I offered. “Teenagers with powers.”

Graham leaned back in his chair and squinted at me. “I've been thinking about that, too. I haven't found anyone, not that I've been searching. But, trust me when I say you will know when you've found one.”

I hoped he was right, because whatever was coming for me, I couldn't battle it alone.

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