Infinity Son (Infinity Cycle #1)(77)

“NO!”

I hold myself up by the ledge, and that’s when I see enforcers carrying Ness—unconscious and with no glamour. They load him into the back of an armored truck, and once it takes off, all the enforcers return to their tanks and follow, even though they never got me.

Except maybe they were never here for me. Maybe it’s Ness they wanted all along.

I don’t know how they knew he’s alive, but between losing him and Gravesend and not knowing where the hell Brighton is, I feel so lost.

My fiery gray and gold wings burst into life, painfully, and I leap over the edge, praying to the Crowned Dreamer above that my brother will be home waiting for me.





Forty-Two


Eduardo Iron


NESS

I don’t feel right when I wake up.

This room is unfamiliar, but it’s not tough to figure out I’m on a boat—a life jacket sits in a corner, framed pictures of an anchor line the cabin’s wall, the floor is wobbling, and the smell of salt water fills the small space. I just don’t know whose boat.

My lower back stings from the enforcer’s stunning spell. Someone left me on the floor even though there’s a perfectly fine white leather couch. I get up and immediately topple over, banging into the floor and shouting. The door opens. There’s time to morph, but there’s no point. The owner of this boat knows who I am. I don’t have much in the way of weapons, but I grab a marine biology textbook off the shelf because it’s a lot heavier than my fist. My grip loosens immediately when the light catches the man’s face.

The Senator. His suit is crisp, and his black hair is slicked back, and I never understood how someone who devotes so much energy to hating celestials can find the time for all this maintenance. But he always did say that appearances are everything.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” the Senator says, adjusting his glasses. He’s not even looking me in the eye.

“You’re supposed to be happy I’m alive.”

The Senator reviews the remaining books on the shelf. “Yes, well, unfortunately your life puts me in a tricky situation this close to the election.”

“Are you serious?”

“Quite. I’ve put years into this campaign.”

“More years spent on politics than parenting, that’s for sure.”

“Only one of those paths was truly intentional, Eduardo.”

I cannot believe I come from this monster. “Why haven’t you killed me?”

“Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind.” The Senator pulls bourbon out of the mini fridge and pours himself a drink. “Certainly wouldn’t be the first time I tried.”

It’s as if he’s thrown me overboard and is watching me drown. “That wasn’t you. . . . Luna was responsible for the Blackout.”

“We were united by a common enemy. The growing support for the Spell Walkers negated everything my campaign stood for. Not ideal when you’re running against a celestial candidate. In exchange for my staying out of her affairs, Luna and I reached an agreement to eliminate the Spell Walkers.”

There’s no one in the world who truly knows the Senator or Luna. I was raised under his roof. I trusted Luna when she put shifter blood in me. Neither loved me.

“But why me?”

“Come on, Eduardo, you’re smarter than this. I certainly paid for higher education, at least. The support I gained from your death was immeasurable. The grieving father who wanted justice for his son’s death? Especially after losing his wife years before to more celestial violence? Hello, White House.”

The Senator’s smile fools the world, but I see him for who he really is.

I charge straight at him, and his fist catches me between the eyes. I’m seeing stars from the floor when his foot connects hard into my side, over and over. This is the person I feared so much that I risked death, hoping it would give me the power to hide from him. Someone who punches his son after telling him he coordinated his murder in the name of his own political agenda.

“You’re a heartless monster.”

“Monster? You’re the one with unnatural blood. Luna is crafty. It wasn’t in our agreement to let you live, but I suppose she took her precautionary measures in case I stepped out of line and interfered with her dealings. Exposing you to the world would’ve been my downfall. You must’ve pissed her off significantly for her to reach out to let me know that you were alive, knowing that I would send my guys to go collect you.”

That chaos was because of me.

Did Emil get out alive?

“What do you want from me?”

“Your power could be very valuable to me. Impersonate Congresswoman Sunstar and her committee and help me tank her support. Then, after I’ve secured the presidency, we can bring you back to life, but keep your powers discreet. There will be plenty of opportunities to use them during my terms.”

“I’ll never help you,” I say.

“Maybe some time in the Bounds will change your mind.”

That’s where we’re headed. We’re crossing the river to get to the New York Bounds, where some of the toughest of celestials are locked up. Where they kill each other for survival and sport.

“I’ll expose you! Word will get out that your entire campaign is a lie!”