Part 1 (2/2)

”To Sveagruva, yes,” Lucas said. His English accent got thicker with every word he spoke, exhaustion heavy in his voice. Lucas shoved himself away from the hatch tiredly.

Jason frowned, blinking slowly as he turned his head to look at Lucas. ”Thought it was supposed to be Longyearbyen? Those were the coordinates you uploaded.”

”We'll get there soon enough. In a day or so.” Lucas crossed over to where his sisters sat slumped together on the other side of the cargo bay. ”We need a day to recover.”

”We need more time than that.”

Lucas said nothing as he looked down at Samantha and Kristen. Of the three siblings, Kristen came away from the fighting in Buffalo with the least amount of damage, not surprising when one considered her default damaged state. Most psions tried to keep insanity at bay; Kristen reveled in it. His sixteen-year-old sister destroyed the minds of others in her search for a balance she would never find. Kristen's dysfunction made her dangerous, yet also powerful. Even at full strength, Lucas was hard-pressed to keep her in check. Kristen was the only person who could have broken Jason's formidable mental s.h.i.+elds and survived. If they were lucky, maybe she had learned how to build sanity out of Jason's neural pattern.

Lucas wasn't going to hold his breath.

Reaching out with a steady hand, Lucas stroked his fingers over Samantha's tangled blond hair, cradling her head. The eighteen-year-old Cla.s.s II telepath didn't stir at his touch, her mind a mess that Lucas didn't bother to reach for. He could feel her wounds through his s.h.i.+elds, those she sustained at his hands and also at her own. When Samantha severed the bond she once shared with her twin and Lucas's brother, Gideon, it nearly broke her. Lucas didn't attempt to heal her mind. She knew how to fix herself.

”Why didn't you take your brother?” Jason asked. ”If you're saving your family from your father, why not save them all?”

”Aisling has no use for Gideon,” Lucas said as he pulled his hand away from Samantha. He returned to the center row of seats where Jason and Threnody sat.

”What about you?”

”Family ties mean little to Sercas and their Warhounds.”

”I find that hard to believe after you dragged your sisters into this mess.”

Lucas laughed, a dry, hacking sound. ”They chose the lesser evil. That's all. We don't love each other. We don't even like each other. They're going to need to be reminded that this course of action is the right one, or the minute we turn our backs they'll try to kill us.”

”Your family is really f.u.c.ked-up.”

”Says the man who was leashed and collared like a dog not even a month ago.”

”I still had people I could rely on,” Jason countered as he lifted his other hand to press it against Threnody's sternum beneath the blanket. His careful, gentle touch was at odds with the raw anger in his voice. ”I still had Kerr.”

The loss was still too recent for the emotion to just be swept aside. Lucas didn't need to be an empath to understand that the twist to Jason's voice was fury, grief, and pain.

”You know, Lucas, I could probably kill you right now,” Jason said, his eyes locked on Threnody's face.

”I may be suffering from psi shock, but trust me when I say I'd survive whatever you tried to throw at me. Then I'd have to mindwipe you, and there goes all my hard work,” Lucas said evenly. ”How is Threnody?”

”I'm not a psi surgeon.”

”No. You're something better.”

Jason didn't argue. It was the truth, whether he liked it or not. He sucked in air around his teeth, looking for a balance he wasn't sure he would ever get back. It was different, reaching for his telekinesis now that nothing held it back. The depth of his power, the strength, was frightening. He could no longer trust his control or any of his childhood training in the Strykers Syndicate. Most of that training didn't apply, not when he had the power to see the atomic makeup of cells. Channels he never knew existed were now accessible, areas of his mind geared to see the world on a completely different level all synced up now.

Maybe telekinetics who attained Cla.s.s V strength and could teleport had the potential to become what he was now. Jason didn't know. All he knew was that he didn't want to be the only person who could do this.

Jason tapped into the wealth of power in his mind and let it pour out of him. He slipped through Threnody's skin down to her bones. An echo of her damage crawled across his own nerves, countless pinp.r.i.c.ks of heat and sudden scar tissue that was being absorbed back into her body at an accelerated rate. The new nerve endings created through cellular regeneration were going to take time to rewire, even with Jason able to control the nanites.

”Ow,” Threnody said, grimacing. ”That feels-weird.”

”Does it hurt?” Jason asked, gaze blank.

”Not exactly.” Threnody frowned, feeling the muscles in her face move stiffly. She peeled skin over the top of her finger and tossed it away. ”It feels like my insides are being moved around.”

”I had the nanites target your organs first. I think they're still working on them.” Jason adjusted the placement of his hands. ”The reason you lived long enough for me to help you was due to your electrokinesis. You'd be dead if you were any other kind of psion.”

”That makes me feel so much better. Really.” She flexed her fingers carefully. ”How did you fix me without a biotank?”

”Take a wild guess.”

The lightning strike that seared through Threnody's body and jump-started the power plant back in the sprawl of Buffalo had fried her entire body. When Quinton finally found her, he hadn't been sure she was even alive, but her electrokinesis had preserved her brain and central nervous system from total destruction. It shut down her body, then shocked it back to life over and over again, a dangerous cycle that her system had struggled to overcome. Only when Lucas arrived to keep her heart beating to a steady rhythm with his telekinesis did Threnody start to stabilize.

Jason did the rest. He was still doing the rest.

The amount of power Jason carried now left him seeing the world-literally-through new eyes. His optic nerves s.h.i.+fted through spectrums of vision that should have been impossible for any human or psion to process without biomodifications. It made him nauseous, especially when magnification was thrown into the mix, allowing him to see the microscopic with the naked eye.

The nanites were doing their job. Threnody was alive and healing. For now, that was enough.

Jason carefully pulled his power out of her body, letting every last cell and nanite go, until he could no longer even visualize the layers of skin cells and capillaries that made up his eyelids. His head felt heavy. He watched as Lucas changed out Threnody's IV bag. The soft, constant beeping of her cardiac rhythm was almost lulling.

Jason s.h.i.+fted his focus to Lucas, sinking his power into the younger man's body. It showed Jason the dark spots in Lucas where trauma had left ugly pools of damage beneath his skin.

”I can feel you,” Lucas said as he finished securing the IV bag. ”Get your power off me. Now.”

”You've got bleeding in your brain.”

”I'm handling it.”

”Not well enough. That subdural hematoma isn't going to fix itself. Let me do something about it.”

”You finally get full access to your power and suddenly you think you can do the impossible.”

Jason arched an eyebrow as he pushed himself to his feet. ”That is why you were after me, right?”

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