Bound [Book #1]

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

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20. Twenty.

Out of all the visions I've seen so far, this was the worst. This one brought me to my knees, gasping for air. It suffocated me. I closed my eyes against the pain. All at once, hands were on me, but they barely felt like they were there.

“Vivian!” Terry shouted.

I heard Julia crying in my ear.

I opened my eyes and looked at them, trying to calm myself. “I saw,” I said shakily. “I saw him die.” I stood up and reached for the door, but Terry stopped me.

“Who did you see?” he asked.

Julia was still on the floor. She didn't say anything.

“Graham,” I said softly, and frowned. “He's going to die and there's nothing we can do to stop it.” I opened the door and walked out, wondered if I could catch up to him in time, then turned around. “If anything happens, keep her safe.”

Terry smiled. “Always.”

Julia stood, wiped her eyes, and took two steps before she kissed me. “I want to go with you,” she whispered against my mouth. “I just found you — you can't die.”

Fresh tears stung my eyes, I looked into her face and touched her cheek. She leaned into my hand. “I'm not going to die, I promise. I'm going to bring Graham back.”

Terry cleared his throat. “I hate to break up this farewell, but Jules is right. We're going with you. It's not a discussion.”

“I don't want you guys getting killed,” I said. “If Jev wants me, I have to go.”

“What about Graham?” Terry snapped. “He didn't ask for any of this. He didn't ask to save a bunch of freaks. And, if you're right, he didn't ask to die either.”

I digested everything he said. When I spoke, my voice was hard. “We are not freaks, Terry. We're powerful.” In my anger, Julia stepped back. I lifted my hand, my fingertips sparking. “If I can't kill Jev by fire, I'm going to need you to help me. Both of you.”

Julia swallowed, nervous, but nodded.

“What about the girls?” Terry asked. “You wanted to help find them.”

I looked at him. “That's my next stop after I kill Jev and Mira.”

Before they could say anything, I was out the door. I wasn't even halfway down the driveway before I heard their footsteps. I turned around, grateful, and gasped.

A woman with brown hair and hazel eyes stared back at me. She smiled cruelly and tugged on a chunk of blonde hair that was wrapped around her hand.

I was frozen.

“You will come with me,” she hissed. “Or your girlfriend will die. I'm pretty sure you don't want that, do you, Vivian?”

I trembled. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Where's Terry?”

“The boy with the eyes?” the woman asked. “Oh, I have a friend keeping an eye on him. Don't worry.” She ran a finger down Julia's cheek. “She's very lovely. Nice choice. I wonder how she tastes.” She gripped Julia by the shoulders, whirled her around, and kissed her.

I looked away. “Stop,” I demanded.

“Where are my manners?” she said, laughing. She extended her hand to me. “My name is Claudia Arlett.”

I didn't move, which seemed to piss her off.

She raised an eyebrow. “You are rude, aren't you, sweetheart? Well, that's okay, because I have a treat for you.” She smiled and snapped her fingers.

A groan issued from my left. I didn't want to look.

“Kill me,” he whispered to his captor. “I'd rather die than let you hurt them.”

There was a slight struggle and something that sounded horrifyingly like a knife slicking into flesh. When his body dropped, I felt sick. I fell to my knees and clutched his hand, his breathing slow.

“You were such a cool girl,” he told me, laughing weakly. His eyes held mine. “It's a shame I won't see you win this thing. Do me a favor, would you?”

“Anything,” I whispered.

“Keep the others alive,” he instructed.

“Always,” I said through gritted teeth.

With one finale smile, Terry's hand dropped from mine and fell into the dirt. He didn't move again. I started to shake, the energy and anger inside boiling. When I stood, my hands were engulfed in flames.

I could sense his killer coming toward me, and I put out my hand. I touched his face and he cried out. It was such an agonized noise but I didn't care.

“Well,” Claudia muttered. “Wasn't that something?” She looked at me, tossed her hair behind her shoulder, and said, “You killed my brother, darling.”

“He killed Terry,” I snarled. “He deserved to die.”

She glared at me, and placed her hand around Julia's throat. “An eye for an eye?” she asked, tilting her head.

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