“You’re him.” Cadence didn’t move, didn’t stand up, didn’t even turn her head until she repeated it. “You’re him. You’re... Skelton.”
He was still in his own world, sniffling and wiping his eyes. “It weren’t my fault. He took over my brain.” His sadness morphed into what she could only describe as rage then, as he whirled around and grabbed her shoulders again. “He’ll do the same to ye, Miss Findley! You’ve gotta believe me. Don’t go. If ya do, you’ll regret it. He’ll get into yer head, and you’ll never, ever get him out. He’ll make ya do bad things. Real bad things.”
His fingers were beginning to dig into her shoulders, but Cadence was captivated by the man’s irises. They seemed to be pulsating in a way she couldn’t describe. She’d seen Elliott’s spin before when he was telling one of his tall tales, but this was d
Aaron slowed down slightly, and she took his hand. “Where did you learn to block like that? I was impressed. Maybe you could play for the Cowboys after all.”He chuckled, and a tinge of red started to creep up his neck. “There are other sports a person can play that require the ability to block, you know? Not just your blessed American football.”She couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of words. “Like what? Soccer? Rugby? Did you play lacrosse?”“I used to play a little bit of real football from time to time, years ago. Not professionally, of course.”Cadence let out another belly laugh, her side starting to hurt, not just from his comment that soccer was somehow real football but that he felt the need to clarify he hadn’t been a pro, not that he couldn’t have been. Any of them would’ve made successful professional athletes due to their speed alone. “Well, Jamie’s no Bec
Sitting across the table from her sister, Cadence could see she was nervous. Her hands were interlaced on top of the table, and that fire that usually shot out of her like a volcano when she was explaining her thoughts about what the team should do next was only percolating deep beneath the surface.“How did your research go?” Aaron asked, settling into his normal chair to Cadence’s right. She knew him well enough to recognize he was fighting to sound nonchalant when what he really wanted to do was start an interrogation. She’d let him take the lead for now.“I have some interesting information to tell you,” Cassidy said. “But it’s not good.”Cadence took that to mean that the facts Cassidy was able to establish meant the task ahead of them would be harder than expected. “Let’s hear it.” She tried to smile, even though after her last encounter and this confirmation, it didn’t come easy
“Heather could do it.” Cassidy’s answer was so quick, it seemed rehearsed. “She needs the practice, you know, finding people on demand. She hasn’t done much of that.”“We could ask Heather,” Cadence began, keeping her tone even, “but it might take her a while to locate him, and you could tell us right this very second exactly where he is.”Once again, Cassidy seemed to be having trouble swallowing. “It takes me a little bit of time to find people, too.”“Yeah, I know. But... you could tell us right now, without digging into his head, couldn’t you?” Cadence said again.Cassidy turned her head sideways and studied Cadence for a moment. The older sister didn’t blink or look away, only held her insistence. “He asked me to keep his personal information to myself.”“Why?” Cadence asked. “Why would he trust you after what just happ
“How do you....” A knock on the door interrupted her thought. “Did Mrs. Carminatti tell you?”He didn’t answer, only raised his eyebrows at her, and Cadence felt the urge to laugh for a moment before she remembered the situation with Cass and was no longer amused.“Hey y’all,” Heather said, traipsing in. “How’s it goin’?”“We’re good, Heather,” Aaron said, gesturing for her to take a seat at the table.The girl looked around for a moment. “This here’s a nice office. Big. Oh, look at this table! It’s bigger than my family’s whole cabin.” She ran her hand along the finish, and Cadence hid her smile behind her hand. She had no idea what it would be like to spend a century inside of a black hole, but she could only imagine life would look a lot different when she came back out.Aaron pulled out the seat Cassidy had vacated for Heather
Cassidy left the office and immediately went to Brandon’s apartment. She had no intention of going there when she got out of that chair, but that’s where her feet led her. This time when she knocked, it wasn’t bone shattering like it had been the night before. Waiting let her mind wander, but she didn’t want to go back over the conversation she’d just had with Aaron and Cadence. It was too upsetting.She’d gone into that meeting fully intending to tell them where Christian was, of even contacting him while they were sitting there. But that hadn’t happened. Why, she wasn’t sure. Part of it truly was the promise she’d made to him. However, as much as she didn’t like to admit it, she hadn’t wanted to tell Cadence simply because she’d asked. Her sister had positioned her in the middle of a standoff—keep your promise or help the team. In the end, she’d decided to be stubborn and stick to her guns.
“I know. That’s what I said to him. But he knew I was the only one who could do what he needed to be done. Except for Heather, but she wouldn’t be as reliable, and there was a chance she wouldn’t want to do it anyway. For some reason, he also thought I’d be less likely to tell my sister or Aaron.”“That makes no sense.”“I know. But he knew how desperate I was to do something to stop Daunator, so when he told me his plan, I decided to go along with it.”“Daunator?” Brandon echoed, leaning forward slightly, his forehead wrinkling. “What do you mean?”“Christian went after Daunator. By himself. He needed me to help him with some information about who might be working with Daunator and to try to help him find the monster. He also wanted me to get into Daunator’s head, but I can’t really do that. Anyway, Christian swore me to secrecy because he didn’t w
“Hey, Cass, it’s okay.” He leaned forward on the couch, his hand outstretched, though he didn’t quite touch her. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.” His fingertips rested on her knee, about as far as he could reach, and Cassidy desperately wished she was in his arms again. The pain inside of her may have been caused by another guy, but it was Brandon’s arms that had held her together in the past when she felt as if she were falling apart. Still, it seemed wrong to ask him to wrap her up when she was about to disclose information to him that very well could make him feel exactly the way she was feeling at the moment.With another deep breath, she looked him in the eye and slowly opened up. “You were right about Alex.” She watched him start to attempt to decipher what that meant, his eyes shifting slightly with the news. “I had no idea how he felt about me when he was still here, but the note he wrote me while he was dy
Listening to the conversation with Skelton was both frustrating and a little creepy. Not only did the man sound like he was crazy, very little of what he was saying made any kind of sense at all. Even with the entire leadership team sitting around the conference table, poring over every bit of information, dissecting every word, going over the conversation ten times didn’t make any of them feel any more confident that they had any idea why the old man had taken the risk and showed up on campus to begin with.“The clippings are significant,” Hannah said, looking over the ones she had in front of her. “We know that Daunator has done this before, though it has been a while.”“I wonder why something like this never made it to the history books,” Elliott questioned. “Sure are a lotta people to go missing at once.”“Maybe for the same reason not a lot of media are reporting it now,” Jamie said. “D