Unravel Me: The Juliette Chronicles Book 2

and Brendan back?”
    Castle’s gaze drops for only a second. I wonder if I’m the only one who noticed the pain flit in and out of his eyes. “There is no guarantee, my friend. There never is. But we will do our best. We will not give up.”
    “Then what good was it to take the kid hostage?” he protests. “Why not just kill him? Why are we keeping him alive? He’s done us no good and he’s eating our food and using resources that should go to the rest of us!”
    The crowd bursts into an aggravated frenzy, angry, insane with emotions. Everyone is shouting at once, shouting things like, “Kill him!” and “That’ll show the supreme!” and “We have to make a statement!” and “He deserves to die!”
    There’s a sudden constriction in my heart. I’ve almost begun to hyperventilate and I realize, for the very first time, that the thought of Warner dead is anything but appealing to me.
    It horrifies me.
    I look to Adam for a different kind of reaction but I don’t know what I was expecting. I’m stupid to be surprised at the tension in his eyes, his forehead, the stiff set of his lips. I’m stupid to have expected anything but hatred from Adam. Of course Adam hates Warner. Of course he does.
    Warner tried to murder him.
    Of course he, too, wants Warner dead.
    I think I’m going to be sick.
    “Please!” Castle shouts. “I know you’re upset! Tomorrow is a difficult thing to face, but we can’t channel our aggression onto one person. We have to use it as fuel for our fight and we have to remain united. We cannot allow anything to divide us. Not now!”
    6 ticks of silence.
    “I won’t fight until he’s dead!”
    “We kill him tonight!”
    “Let’s get him now!”
    The crowd is a roar of angry bodies, determined, ugly faces so scary, so savage, so twisted in inhuman rage. I hadn’t realized that the people of Omega Point were harboring so much resentment.
    “STOP!” Castle’s hands are in the air, his eyes on fire. Every table and chair in the room has begun to rattle. People are looking around, scattered and scared, unnerved.
    They’re still unwilling to undermine Castle’s authority. At least for now.
    “Our hostage,” Castle begins, “is no longer a hostage.”
    Impossible.
    It’s impossible .
    It’s not possible .
    “He has come to me, just tonight,” Castle says, “and asked for sanctuary at Omega Point.”
    My brain is screaming, raging against the 14 words Castle has just confessed.
    It can’t be true. Warner said he was going to leave. He said he was going to find a way to get out .
    But Omega Point is even more shocked than I am. Even Adam is shaking with anger beside me. I’m afraid to look at his face.
    “SILENCE! PLEASE!” Castle holds out another hand to quell the explosion of protests.
    He says, “We have recently discovered that he, too, has a gift. And he says he wants to join us. He says he will fight with us tomorrow. He says he will fight against his father and help us find Brendan and Winston.”
    Chaos
    Chaos
    Chaos
    explodes in every corner of the room.
    “He’s a liar!”
    “Prove it!”
    “How can you believe him?”
    “He’s a traitor to his own people! He’ll be a traitor to us!”
    “I’ll never fight beside him!”
    “I’ll kill him first!”
    Castle’s eyes narrow, flashing under the fluorescent lights, and his hands move through the air like whisks, gathering up every plate, every spoon, every glass cup in the room and he holds them there, right in midair, daring someone to speak, to shout, to disagree.
    “You will not touch him,” he says quietly. “I took an oath to help the members of our kind and I will not break it now. Think of yourselves!” he shouts. “Think of the day you found out! Think of the loneliness, the isolation, the terror that overcame you! Think of how you were cast off by your families and your friends! You don’t think he could be a changed man? How have you changed, friends? You judge him now! You judge one of your own who asks for amnesty!”
    Castle looks disgusted.
    “If he does anything to compromise any of us, if he does one single thing to disprove his loyalty—only then are you free to pass judgment upon his person. But we first give him a chance, do we not?” He is no longer bothering to hide his anger. “He says he will help us find our men! He says he will fight against his father! He has valuable information we can use! Why should we be unwilling to take a chance? He is no more than a