The intense agony, the loud whooping alarm, and through it all, Ellyssa heard Rein.
I love you.
She focused on him. Her memories drifted to his smile, his touch, his warm embrace. All of her concentration centered on him, and his mind.
Through Rein’s eyes, she saw herself wrapped up like a ball, her face pinched. His hand reached for her. Slowly, everything except Rein faded as Ellyssa’s mental barricade slid into place. The pain subsided, and her muscles unclenched. The aftereffects of the assault, though, still warmed her insides, like embers that were just starting to cool.
Shielded from her sister’s gift, Ellyssa rose to her feet just as the last fire alarms faded away.
Flashing red tinted Aalexis’ porcelain face as she bunched her forehead tighter.
Unaffected, Ellyssa advanced on her. “It is no use,” she said. “Your gift can not affect me anymore.”
Aalexis’ eyes narrowed as her mental focus shifted. Ellyssa saw what she had planned. Chairs scratched across the floor as an invisible force pushed them.
Ellyssa jumped out of the way before two of the chairs crashed into the wall behind the spot where she’d just stood. The desk lurched forward, and its legs screeched as they were dragged across the linoleum. Ellyssa sidestepped the assault and bolted toward her sister, knocking Aalexis into the wall. Air gushed from Aalexis’ lungs and, for the first time ever, surprise crossed her sister’s face before her pale lids closed.
Ellyssa spun around, intent on grabbing Rein and escaping. Before she knew what was happening, she was on the ground, pressure crushing her chest, large fingers stretched around her neck.
Xaver looked down at her, lips pulled into a snarl.
Ellyssa tried to break his hold with a swipe of her arm, but his fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing off her air. Clutching his hand, she tried to pry his fingers loose. He squeezed harder while smacking her head against the ground.
Thump, thump, thump rang through her skull as stars spun before her eyes.
The flashing red light, so bright against the white walls, hurt Rein’s eyes. Warmth still flowed inside him, but the fire was extinguished. His face hurt, as did every inch of his body.
He glanced around.
There were still people in the room. The clashing and thumping of furniture. Struggling. Someone was wheezing, gasping. Foreign, guttural words were being said.
A blurry, shadowy figure undulated strangely next to the door. The body was distorted and bent in a way no human could bend. Limbs whipped around under the red flashing. He blinked, and the blur of the edges came together into two distinct people. The one on top, he recognized as the boy who’d been with the witch and the madman. He held down a blond girl. She kicked frantically, trying to dislodge him.
Like pieces of a puzzle, everything clicked.
Ellyssa.
Never taking his eyes off the struggle, he rolled over to his hands and knees. His muscles quaked under the strain and threatened to hurl him back to the ground. He crawled to a chair, and used it for support while he staggered to his feet. Bile rose in his throat. He worked it back down.
Even if this was the very last thing he did, he would save her. He grasped the chair in one hand, and his foot slid forward.
Ellyssa’s arms flailed wildly, trying to gain purchase on Xaver, scratching at his face, his eyes, but he eluded her attempts, his fingers forever digging deeper. Dots of light swam at the corners of her vision.
On the verge of passing out, blackness closed around her vision, her struggle weakening, her oxygen gone. Dimly, she heard a loud crack, and chunks of debris rained down on her. Xaver’s fingers relaxed, and he collapsed on his side.
Sweet air rushed into Ellyssa’s lungs. Wheezing, she readied herself for another attack.
Rein stood over her, two pieces of a chair back clutched in his hands. He wavered, then stumbled, dropping the remains of the chair. Red light flickered across his face, darkening his bruises.
She scrambled to her feet and caught Rein in her arms, supporting him. He leaned against her.
“Can you make it?”
Rein nodded.
“One second,” Ellyssa said as she pulled Rein over to where her father lay. Careful to avoid the blood that had spread across the doctor’s chest, Ellyssa reached into his side pocket and pulled out the access card to the elevators.
“Let’s go.”
“Okay,” Rein mumbled, his voice drawn and weak.
Ellyssa pulled Rein along, half-jogging, half-walking, out the door and toward where the elevator loomed at the south end, an unreachable goal. She glanced at her watch. The face was broken, the LED display black. She wondered how much time they had left.
She quickened her pace, dragging Rein beside her. She knew pain slowed his movements, and when they reached safety she’d kiss every inch of him. Right now, though, she had to keep him going. Gripping his hand tighter, Ellyssa jerked him along behind her and took off in a light sprint, hoping the elevator car waited on this floor.
The signature from a familiar mind touched hers.
Ellyssa slipped into the hall closest to the exit as the elevator doors slid open. Ahron sprinted out. As he passed her, she swung out her arm and clotheslined him. His head whipped back and he landed on his backside.
Shoving Rein into the main hall, she yelled, “Go!”
Without looking, Rein stumbled toward the elevator. Ahron recovered quickly and flipped over onto his hands and knees. Before he could rise to his feet, Ellyssa kicked him in the side. His ribs crunched, and he went down again.
She took off and slipped inside just as the elevator doors snicked shut. Her heart thumping against her chest, she slid the card through the reader, then jabbed the fourth floor button, over and over, until the elevator began its ascent.
Breathing out relieved air, Ellyssa turned toward Rein. He pulled her into his arms.
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As Rein held her, stroking her hair, time crawled along. Ellyssa could feel the seconds ticking away, galloping into minutes. As soon as the elevator bumped to a stop, Ellyssa pulled away from Rein.
“How are we getting out?” he asked.
“Answers later,” she answered, yanking him through the parting doors into her father’s office.
Ellyssa zigzagged around the doctor’s desk and toward a large room that normally held her father’s secretarial support staff. Desks and chairs sat neatly lined along together to the back of the room, where Lake Michigan could be viewed beyond the grounds behind The Center. She sprinted past the row of desks and down the length of the large glass panes, peering toward the ground until she found what she was looking for.
“Wait here,” she said, dropping Rein’s hand.
She picked up a desk chair and swung it like a battering ram. The window cracked. She swung again and again, screaming in frustration each time the window failed to break.
“Move,” Rein said from behind.
He picked up another chair and launched it at the window. Shards of glass flew into the darkness as a cool breeze from the lake pricked Ellyssa’s skin. Sirens from emergency vehicles pierced the night. Edging forward, Ellyssa looked down. No one stirred below. As expected, all the workers were at the front of the building lined in rows for easy accountability.
“This is it,” she said.
“We’re jumping?” he asked.
“Dynamite,” she answered, grabbing his hand. Without a word of warning, she flung herself out into the air.
With all the boxes and bundles of paper that occupied the dumpster, Ellyssa had expected the landing to be softer. Instead, the impact had jarred her teeth and rattled her bones. She lay stunned for a moment, breathless. Then, she realized Rein’s hand wasn’t in hers. She panicked and fought to get upright. The cardboard worked against her, like quicksand pulling her down.