Reaper: Faction 14 by Gwen Knight

Author:Gwen Knight [Knight, Gwen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780995838161
Amazon: 099583816X
Publisher: ISBN Canada - Library and Archives Canada
Published: 2017-06-19T04:00:00+00:00

So many people crowded together within the dining room. Upon our arrival, Markos had decided it the best locale for an impromptu meeting. One room. Full of a great deal of power, both fae and witch alike. Made it a bit hard to breathe—a sensation I was becoming all too familiar with. Of course, it didn’t help that I was radiating magic. I’d never carried so much in my life. Surely it would be enough for Markos’ plan.

I walked in to the sound of yelling and heated words. My father and Logan weren’t taking well to this new location. They didn’t exactly appreciate being surrounded by unknown fae, regardless of Markos’ assurances that they were safe. To them, this was a prison. I couldn’t blame them for their fear. As a whole, humans were naturally distrustful—a trait drilled into us over the many years of oppression.

“Ah, thank goodness,” Markos muttered the moment I entered. “Perhaps it would be best to hear everything from her?”

Logan shot me a scathing glare. From the looks of it, he had no intentions of taking my word any more seriously than Markos’. Maybe words weren’t enough in this case. Before Arik had stolen me away, my father had always told me actions spoke louder.

I leaned toward Oren. “Maybe now would be best to remove their bracelets.”

His eyes shot wide. “Are you serious?”

“Trust needs to come from both sides. Right now, they’re wondering what sort of trap I’ve landed them in and how long until you all harvest them for their magic. We need to do something to show them otherwise.”

I didn’t mention that it would also help me. Seeing Oren keep his word would cement our alliance in my head. He wanted me to trust him, and I felt like we started down the path. Now was his chance to prove himself.

Sighing, he nodded and moved toward my father first.

Logan grunted under his breath and stepped between them, the expression on his face quite clear.

Oren met his harsh scowl with one of his own. Neither said a word, but neither had to. The tension quickly spiked within the room. For a moment, I wondered if I’d need to step in, but before I did, Oren reached for Logan’s right wrist and cupped it between his hands.

“What are you doing?” But before Logan could jerk away, Oren traced the symbol across the top of the bracelet. I felt the spark of magic, then watched as the band clicked open and fell to the ground, inert.

The whole room fell silent. Markos on the other hand stood back and watched with a pleased grin.

One-by-one, Oren removed everyone’s bracelet until a small pile cluttered the floor. Taly snuck in and swept them out of the room. The last thing we needed was Dask to track any of the bracelets. Not that he would, believing them all to be dead. Still, a precaution.

“Down in the sewers, please,” Markos called after her.

Just like that—they were free. Like me. Elation warmed the pit of my stomach.

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