Free Evanescent by Carlyle Labuschagne Page B

the Council found a way to poison their drinking water with the numbing drug once more?
    “Look, Enoch must be working for them. It’s a way for them to have a reason in cutting us off from other civilizations, telling us Minoans are a threat. That way, it reinforces their initial ruling that we are safer in the compounds of our schools,” I kept looking at Sam as I spoke, pulling my hands through my hair. Was I actually believing what I was saying? My words, my ideas, felt somewhat forced into my head, like I was trying to distract them from something.
    “It will be like when we grew up. Always being watched, closed in.” I was starting to remember things I shouldn’t have, things the Council had tried to hide from my mind before. I raised my eyes to meet Sam’s as she spoke.
    “I have no idea what you are talking about. They have been nothing but good to us, maybe someone on the Council just had a minor objection; after all, Enoch was Minoan, and magic is a threat to all of us.”
    I grabbed her arm. “You are not listening! Where is Robert, maybe he can make you see things more clearly.”
    “He is jamming my signal from our apartment, remember?”
    “Sam, you better go before they order a hit on you, too,” I sneered bitterly, wanting her out of my sight with her stupid reasoning. But most of all, the quicker she got back to the school, the quicker I could study what was going on with her and figure out what the Council and Keepers were up to.
    “Well, you guys can’t go back to Arriana’s, or to your dormitory. As far as the Council knows, all four of you never made it back,” Greg reminded us.
    “Why are they doing this?” I looked to Troy, my lids pushing back hot tears of anger and frustration.
    “You’re a threat to them now, you didn’t see that coming?” He lifted an eyebrow.
    I shook my head.
    “What?” Troy looked stunned as my face lifted in realization of something.
    “There is something my grandfather left me, we have to get it back before they discover it.”
    “We know,” he said, narrowing his eyes on me. “We need to get that tracker out of you as soon as possible first.”
    “How do you know what my grandfather left me?” I pulled my arm from his, my skin dulled over a second after his touch left mine.
    Troy just stared at me blankly, like he didn’t trust me all of a sudden.
    “The question is rather, how do you know?” he asked, curiously.
    I really had no idea, but I felt the urgency to break into Vista’s hall of vaults and discover it for myself. “Whatever,” I said in almost a whisper.
    Greg leaned over me, his tiny scanner buzzing softly as he pulled it over my rigid body. I was uncomfortable with him so close to me.
    “There is no tracker,” he confirmed what I already knew.
    “We knew that already,” I snapped.
    “One can never be sure.” Greg’s glare was sharp.
    “Why do they want us dead anyway, what did we ever do to them?” I asked again, not quite believing it. I was always treated differently, because I knew they needed something from me; the secrets within my DNA my grandfather left behind. Things they never knew about the prophecy, but I guess something had changed – they knew everything about me now.
    “What did you think was going to happen if you kept breaking rules, pushing their boundaries, and then became a threat against them? They can’t control us anymore. They know that now.” Troy sighed. “ We were not to make it back, any of us.” He stared me down, as if to reinforce the thought into my head.
    “How are we going to hide from the entire planet?” I yelled. I was so vexed, I didn’t want to hold back the feelings slowly choking me. I didn’t want this life for us.
    “It’s not going to be easy,” Greg interrupted, his head dotted with beads of sweat. He wiped his dark, wet hair from his forehead. His light green, leather glove came away darkened with moisture.
    “What are in those bags?” I asked them, making sure I