Unravel Me: The Juliette Chronicles Book 2

Warner’s dad is here and not at one of the capitals?”
    Castle nods. “Yes, he . . .” He hesitates. Clears his throat. “Well. Let me start from the beginning. It is imperative that you be aware of all the details.”
    “We’re listening,” Kenji says, back straight, eyes alert, muscles tensed for action. “Go on.”
    “Apparently,” Castle says, “he’s been in town for some time now—he arrived very quietly, very discreetly, a couple of weeks ago. It seems he heard what his son has been up to lately, and he wasn’t thrilled about it. He . . .” Castle takes a deep, steady breath. “He is . . . particularly angry about what happened with you, Ms. Ferrars.”
    “Me?” Heart pounding. Heart pounding. Heart pounding.
    “Yes,” Castle says. “Our sources say that he’s angry Warner allowed you to escape. And, of course, that he lost two of his soldiers in the process.” He nods in Adam and Kenji’s direction. “Worse still, rumors are now circulating among the citizens about this defecting girl and her strange ability and they’re starting to put the pieces together; they’re starting to realize there’s another movement— our movement —preparing to fight back. It’s creating unrest and resistance among the civilians, who are all too eager to get involved.
    “So.” Castle clasps his hands. “Warner’s father has undoubtedly arrived to spearhead this war and remove all doubt of The Reestablishment’s power.” He pauses to look at each of us. “In other words, he’s arrived to punish us and his son at the same time.”
    “But that doesn’t change our plans, does it?” Kenji asks.
    “Not exactly. We’ve always known that a fight would be inevitable, but this . . . changes things. Now that Warner’s father is in town, this war is going to happen a lot sooner than we hoped,” Castle says. “And it’s going to be a lot bigger than we anticipated.” He levels his gaze at me, looking grave. “Ms. Ferrars, I’m afraid we’re going to need your help.”
    I’m staring at him, struck. “Me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Aren’t—aren’t you still angry with me?”
    “You are not a child, Ms. Ferrars. I would not fault you for an overreaction. Kenji says he believes that your behavior lately has been the result of ignorance and not malicious intent, and I trust his judgment. I trust his word. But I do want you to understand that we are a team,” he says, “and we need your strength. What you can do—your power—it is unparalleled. Especially now that you’ve been working with Kenji and have at least some knowledge of what you’re capable of, we’re going to need you. We’ll do whatever we can to support you—we’ll reinforce your suit, provide you with weapons and armor. And Winston—” He stops. His breath catches. “Winston,” he says, quieter now, “just finished making you a new pair of gloves.” He looks into my face. “We want you on our team,” he says. “And if you cooperate with me, I promise you will see results.”
    “Of course,” I whisper. I match his steady, solemn gaze. “Of course I’ll help.”
    “Good,” Castle says. “That is very good.” He looks distracted as he leans back in his chair, runs a tired hand across his face. “Thank you.”
    “Sir,” Kenji says, “I hate to be so blunt, but would you please tell me what the hell is going on?”
    Castle nods. “Yes,” he says. “Yes, yes, of course. I—forgive me. It’s been a difficult night.”
    Kenji’s voice is tight. “What happened?”
    “He . . . has sent word.”
    “Warner’s father?” I ask. “Warner’s father sent word? To us?” I glance around at Adam and Kenji. Adam is blinking fast, lips just barely parted in shock. Kenji looks like he’s about to be sick.
    I’m beginning to panic.
    “Yes,” Castle says to me. “Warner’s father. He wants to meet. He wants . . . to talk.”
    Kenji jumps to his feet. His entire face is leached of color. “No—sir—this is a setup—he doesn’t want to talk , you must know he’s lying—”
    “He’s taken four of our men hostage, Kenji. I’m afraid we don’t have another choice.”

TWENTY-EIGHT
    “What?” Kenji has gone limp. His voice is a horrified rasp. “Who? How —”
    “Winston and Brendan were patrolling topside tonight.” Castle shakes his head. “I don’t know what happened. They must’ve been ambushed. They were too far out of range and the security footage only shows us that Emory and Ian