Rise of the Mystics by Ted Dekker

Author:Ted Dekker [Dekker, Ted]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781493415076
Publisher: Revell
Published: 2018-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

20

PULSE POUNDING through my veins, I ran. Leaping over the couch, two long strides to the staircase, quick as the beating of my heart, up the stairs four at a time, only barely aware that I was moving faster than what most would say is possible.

I had only one thought. The bed in my room. Get under it! Hide!

I hit the carpet next to the bed already rolling and was small enough to only scrape the bedframe, but as soon as I was under I thought, Oh no, I forgot to close the door!

Before I had time to think, I reacted, rolling back out, jumping up, closing the door quiet as I could, then quickly rolling back under the bed, facing the wood-framed mattress above me, breathing hard and trying not to.

What is seeing beyond what you think should be, dear daughter?

I caught my breath, surprised by the voice in my head. Like the ones DARPA had insisted were auditory hallucinations. But they’d lied to me.

Had I just read someone’s mind? But no, or I should have been able to read Steve’s mind. So maybe I was hallucinating. Or maybe I was hearing my own mind. Or something else, like a higher radio station.

That reasoning was enough to pull my mind out of raw reaction into logical thought. Where was Steve? Why hadn’t he run with me? Had I actually heard the laugh that I assumed was Vlad’s? What if I’d only imagined it? How could I even know what he sounded like if my memory had been wiped?

Something had broken the window and the wind had blown in, that much was true. Someone had knocked. Steve had told me to hide. All fact.

I held my breath and listened as carefully as I could. The house was creaking faintly. The veins on my neck were pulsing. The TV was still on downstairs.

Then I could hear other muffled voices, not from the TV but from Steve talking to whoever had come to the door. Who were they?

The TV went silent. The voices were still muffled and I had to strain to hear the words.

“Then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind us taking a look upstairs.”

I couldn’t make out Steve’s low response, but now I knew they’d come looking for me.

“Look, Steve.” They knew his name. “Either you can let us handle this internally, or we can call the police. You clearly know what . . .” And then I didn’t hear the rest because my mind was jumping around.

Steve had told me to hide because he wanted to protect me, but could he protect himself? I’d seen him fighting with the guard in the garage. That was one man, and if I hadn’t saved Steve, we would both be in prison by now.

So who was here to protect whom? Steve said that fear would narrow my mind, so I shouldn’t be afraid, but in a state of fight or flight, fear was a good thing, right? It was how people survived—and right then, all I could think about was that I had to save Steve, the man who’d saved me.

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