08-05-2018, 11:37 PM
The name Ivan Sarkozy quickly filled his head as it passed among the Nine. Jay only watched his departure, flanked by Dominions, peripherally. Nothing as severe as a frown touched his lips, but he was attentive. The room buzzed like a kicked beehive, one that only took a moment’s spark to turn angry. With nothing less than a dozen other channelers around, Jay was hardly concerned. But that did little to ease the discomfort growing in his gut.
Left. Right. His gaze swept the attendees. Monitored body language. Hands. Even searched faces for the signs of power roaring through their bodies. It was hard to hide that emotion. It darkened every man’s face with shadowy pleasure every time he witnessed it. Jay didn’t know if it was possible to hide one’s ability to channel. But in a world where he could wield magic and blow up bad guys with his mind, he sure as shit assumed anything was possible.
That man from the hall was poised like a snake waiting for prey to just cross its path. When his gaze slid to the one at his side, Jay paled. Not possible. He licked his lips and planted himself just to make sure he didn’t fall over from shock.
The man was dressed in the same tuxedo as all the others, although every bloody finger dripped with more ostentatious jewels than most of the women at the ball. That was saying something, too. The tiaras and earrings floating about cost more than some small nations. Jay thought his heart might stop.
He knew everything about this man. Everything. The day that Jay murdered his brother, he knew what the man ate for breakfast. Zacarías Secada Amengual was one of the most dangerous drug lords in the western hemisphere. Here he was, dancing in the shadow of the Ascendancy.
What was more worrisome, Amengual was staring straight back at him.
He knows who I am.
He leaned to Natalie, ”We have to get Jensen and get out of here, now. The words weren’t as shaky as he expected his voice to sound.
Then the power flooded the room. Noise buzzed his ear. Jensen was channeling. Healing. Jay could barely rip his gaze from Amengual, like the man might initiate a battle here and now. Though, honestly, Jay would welcome a down-and-out fight. That, he could defend. That he could neutralize.
Amengual wasn’t here to fight. He was here to deal. If his fingers now dipped into the heart of the CCD, his power had grown exponentially in the last year. That meant the last year was for nothing. Killing Amengual’s brother, taking down the cartel. Jay’s unhonorable discharge. It meant nothing. They cut off the head of a monster and something worse took its place.
He swallowed. He’d have to think about Amengual later. Ryker’s place in all this was another piece to this dangerous puzzle.
Jay didn’t gape with awe over Jensen. He knew what the man was capable. Problem was, everyone else did too.
He cursed to himself, ripped the attention aside, and hurried toward Jensen.
The guests grew bolder, braver. Jay let the power fill him to the brim and used a rope of it to snag Jensen’s attention toward him. The rope rotated into a funnel as he saw Nox do once.
“Brother, someone far more deserving than these need you,” He spoke over their heads, knowing the plea in his voice would touch the preacher’s ear as though Jay stood there pouring out his heart.
Left. Right. His gaze swept the attendees. Monitored body language. Hands. Even searched faces for the signs of power roaring through their bodies. It was hard to hide that emotion. It darkened every man’s face with shadowy pleasure every time he witnessed it. Jay didn’t know if it was possible to hide one’s ability to channel. But in a world where he could wield magic and blow up bad guys with his mind, he sure as shit assumed anything was possible.
That man from the hall was poised like a snake waiting for prey to just cross its path. When his gaze slid to the one at his side, Jay paled. Not possible. He licked his lips and planted himself just to make sure he didn’t fall over from shock.
The man was dressed in the same tuxedo as all the others, although every bloody finger dripped with more ostentatious jewels than most of the women at the ball. That was saying something, too. The tiaras and earrings floating about cost more than some small nations. Jay thought his heart might stop.
He knew everything about this man. Everything. The day that Jay murdered his brother, he knew what the man ate for breakfast. Zacarías Secada Amengual was one of the most dangerous drug lords in the western hemisphere. Here he was, dancing in the shadow of the Ascendancy.
What was more worrisome, Amengual was staring straight back at him.
He knows who I am.
He leaned to Natalie, ”We have to get Jensen and get out of here, now. The words weren’t as shaky as he expected his voice to sound.
Then the power flooded the room. Noise buzzed his ear. Jensen was channeling. Healing. Jay could barely rip his gaze from Amengual, like the man might initiate a battle here and now. Though, honestly, Jay would welcome a down-and-out fight. That, he could defend. That he could neutralize.
Amengual wasn’t here to fight. He was here to deal. If his fingers now dipped into the heart of the CCD, his power had grown exponentially in the last year. That meant the last year was for nothing. Killing Amengual’s brother, taking down the cartel. Jay’s unhonorable discharge. It meant nothing. They cut off the head of a monster and something worse took its place.
He swallowed. He’d have to think about Amengual later. Ryker’s place in all this was another piece to this dangerous puzzle.
Jay didn’t gape with awe over Jensen. He knew what the man was capable. Problem was, everyone else did too.
He cursed to himself, ripped the attention aside, and hurried toward Jensen.
The guests grew bolder, braver. Jay let the power fill him to the brim and used a rope of it to snag Jensen’s attention toward him. The rope rotated into a funnel as he saw Nox do once.
“Brother, someone far more deserving than these need you,” He spoke over their heads, knowing the plea in his voice would touch the preacher’s ear as though Jay stood there pouring out his heart.
Only darkness shows you the light.