Catalyst by J.M. Madden

Author:J.M. Madden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J.M. Madden

Haven woke to pain in his upper chest, but the sun was shining brightly, blinding him for a moment. When his vision sharpened, he found an older man with a lean face and wire-framed glasses leaning over him, withdrawing his hand. Haven shrank back, but there was nowhere to go. The man’s gray eyes narrowed and he straightened, planting his hands on his hips. “So, you’re the one causing the ruckus in my city.”

Haven frowned. Had the man been probing his wound? He didn’t say anything to the man’s words because he didn’t have any idea who this guy was. Glancing around, he didn’t recognize where he was either.

A chill slid over him as he remembered the visitor from last night. Had that actually been Belladonna bandaging his chest? His memory was as solid as Swiss cheese most of the time, so differentiating between reality and fantasy was hard. Had he imagined her bandaging his chest?

No, he remembered the feel of her touching him too clearly. And the sight of her face illuminated in the doorway. Belladonna was a beautiful woman, but her soul was black as pitch. So many men had died at her whim.

The man above him suddenly ripped the bandage from Haven’s chest and he cried out, trying to see the wound. Had the guy ripped it open again? A line of neat stitches angled just beneath his collar bone, thick rivulets of blood rolling down beneath his arm. Haven drew into himself even more, trying to protect himself by manifesting, but none of his guardians answered his call. There was a blank wall in the place where his power had been. Desperately, he tried again, but there was no response.

“Hm, yes, you’re definitely one of them. What’s your name, boy?”

Haven clamped his jaw shut, refusing to answer. He refused to even meet the man’s eyes. He had no idea who this guy was, so he wasn’t going to engage.

“His name is Haven,” a soft voice told the older man. “Guyana camp. Level three telepathic.”

Haven craned his head to look at the woman, both of his dreams and nightmares. In the light of the sun, her dark hair gleamed, captured somehow at the base of her head. Her cold brown eyes gave no hint to her thoughts, though her mouth was pinched. Level three what? Haven focused, trying to keep his chaotic thoughts under control. Guyana had been where he’d been tortured, and it had been where he’d first seen Belladonna.

Turning his gaze slightly he looked at the man. He was average. There was nothing especially identifying about him. Haven didn’t think he’d ever met him before.

“Why are you trying to get my attention, boy?”

Instinctively he shook his head. “I don’t even know who you are,” he whispered.

The man frowned and looked at Belladonna. “Is he telling the truth?”

“Seems to be,” the woman murmured. “There’s a chance he could have been affected by my energy.”

Haven looked at her, confused. She’d been calling to him for the past several days, pulling him to her.

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