Redemption (Enigma Black Trilogy Book #3) by Sara Furlong-Burr Page B
Authors: Sara Furlong-Burr
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responsible for is taking my life. My parents were the ones who gave me it, not you. You should have had Blake shoot me on the rooftop instead of drawing out this cruel punishment you’ve bestowed on us all.”
“Come on,” Ian said, still maintaining a firm grip around my waist. “Let’s walk away.”
“Mr. Grant, I ask that you please teach her some respect, wherever you’re taking her.”
“Don’t react. That’s what he wants you to do,” Ian whispered. “Just calm down and walk away with me.”
I eyed Victor with what I hoped was enough of a death stare to make him keel over from a heart attack at that very moment. No such luck. Behind Victor, hiding like the coward he is, stood Cameron. Immediately, I could feel my anger boiling within me once more.
“What have you done?” I blurted out, my mouth in a sneer. “Really, how are you able to look yourself in the mirror every morning?” He looked away, unable to look me in the eye or counter with any response in his defense. Very unlike him. “Answer me,” I pressed on. “How are you able to do nothing but lie for a living, knowing full well that your lies cause the deaths of countless innocent people?”
“Come on,” Ian said, pulling me along.
I glared at Cameron for as long as he stayed in my line of sight. Victor must have warned him to keep his mouth shut, for I’ve never seen him so quiet before. His demeanor almost made him appear truly ashamed of what he had done, but if that was the case, why did he do it? Why does Victor have such a hold over him, or anyone else, for that matter?
“Remind me never to piss you off,” Ian said when we were further down the hall.
“I really wish you hadn’t held me back. All I wanted was one shot, just one shot at that smug little face.”
“You know this isn’t about Cameron, right? He was just carrying out the orders he was given. In a sense, he’s a victim, too.”
“A victim? I’m not sure I would go that far.”
“Just because a person doesn’t cry out in pain doesn’t mean they aren’t dying on the inside.”
We stopped in front of Ian’s door, growing silent, an awkwardness present that hadn’t been there before. “What happens now?” Ian finally asked.
“With what?” A knot steadily formed in my stomach with the thought of the ‘what’ being the status of our relationship. That was a question I wasn’t prepared to answer, but I knew I could only dance around it so many times before the rug was pulled out from under me entirely.
“Here. Surely, with tensions being so high between you and Victor, our utter lack of focus on The Man in Black, and our orders to stop a rebellion whose ideals we both agree with, something has got to give eventually.”
“It already has,” I agreed. “What that means for us, I don’t know, though. It’s something we’ll have to figure out.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, “we’ll figure it out.”
When I turned to go back to my room, I felt horrible for having lied to Ian. In reality, I had already figured out what I was going to do. I’d made a choice; one that would have dire consequences for me, and one that I couldn’t allow Ian to be a part of. No one else would suffer because of the decisions I made.
Tonight I would leave The Epicenter and join the rebellion.
Chapter Eight
Now or Never
Jeremiah Delaney awoke to the screech of the steel door of his cell scraping against the concrete floor. Instinctively, he shielded his eyes—as much as the shackles around his wrists would allow—from the invading light, a sight his eyes had not seen in several days. His stomach growled from hunger, his mouth painfully parched as though he’d been chewing on sandpaper.
“What is it, Carver?” he called out, his voice ragged. He’d correctly acknowledged his visitor’s presence without having looked at him. “Have you regained a sense of humanity and finally come to put me out of my misery?”
“In due time, my friend,” President
“Come on,” Ian said, still maintaining a firm grip around my waist. “Let’s walk away.”
“Mr. Grant, I ask that you please teach her some respect, wherever you’re taking her.”
“Don’t react. That’s what he wants you to do,” Ian whispered. “Just calm down and walk away with me.”
I eyed Victor with what I hoped was enough of a death stare to make him keel over from a heart attack at that very moment. No such luck. Behind Victor, hiding like the coward he is, stood Cameron. Immediately, I could feel my anger boiling within me once more.
“What have you done?” I blurted out, my mouth in a sneer. “Really, how are you able to look yourself in the mirror every morning?” He looked away, unable to look me in the eye or counter with any response in his defense. Very unlike him. “Answer me,” I pressed on. “How are you able to do nothing but lie for a living, knowing full well that your lies cause the deaths of countless innocent people?”
“Come on,” Ian said, pulling me along.
I glared at Cameron for as long as he stayed in my line of sight. Victor must have warned him to keep his mouth shut, for I’ve never seen him so quiet before. His demeanor almost made him appear truly ashamed of what he had done, but if that was the case, why did he do it? Why does Victor have such a hold over him, or anyone else, for that matter?
“Remind me never to piss you off,” Ian said when we were further down the hall.
“I really wish you hadn’t held me back. All I wanted was one shot, just one shot at that smug little face.”
“You know this isn’t about Cameron, right? He was just carrying out the orders he was given. In a sense, he’s a victim, too.”
“A victim? I’m not sure I would go that far.”
“Just because a person doesn’t cry out in pain doesn’t mean they aren’t dying on the inside.”
We stopped in front of Ian’s door, growing silent, an awkwardness present that hadn’t been there before. “What happens now?” Ian finally asked.
“With what?” A knot steadily formed in my stomach with the thought of the ‘what’ being the status of our relationship. That was a question I wasn’t prepared to answer, but I knew I could only dance around it so many times before the rug was pulled out from under me entirely.
“Here. Surely, with tensions being so high between you and Victor, our utter lack of focus on The Man in Black, and our orders to stop a rebellion whose ideals we both agree with, something has got to give eventually.”
“It already has,” I agreed. “What that means for us, I don’t know, though. It’s something we’ll have to figure out.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, “we’ll figure it out.”
When I turned to go back to my room, I felt horrible for having lied to Ian. In reality, I had already figured out what I was going to do. I’d made a choice; one that would have dire consequences for me, and one that I couldn’t allow Ian to be a part of. No one else would suffer because of the decisions I made.
Tonight I would leave The Epicenter and join the rebellion.
Chapter Eight
Now or Never
Jeremiah Delaney awoke to the screech of the steel door of his cell scraping against the concrete floor. Instinctively, he shielded his eyes—as much as the shackles around his wrists would allow—from the invading light, a sight his eyes had not seen in several days. His stomach growled from hunger, his mouth painfully parched as though he’d been chewing on sandpaper.
“What is it, Carver?” he called out, his voice ragged. He’d correctly acknowledged his visitor’s presence without having looked at him. “Have you regained a sense of humanity and finally come to put me out of my misery?”
“In due time, my friend,” President
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