Page 37 of Liberty

“But?”

“It doesn’t seem feasible to me.” Call me a pessimist; I’ll rebuke that I’m a realist.

Oak rubbed his hands together as he thought, the movement causing his chair to squeak. He cleared his throat, “How else would you explain the powers and strength we suddenly possess?”

“Luck?” Though that sounded weak even to my ears. What we all were experiencing wasn’t pure and utter luck. It was the craziest of phenomenon.

“So you’re saying, and I just want to make this clear to us all . . .” Ellis paused for the dramatic effect, “You’re saying, we all share a genetic link. Minus Liberty, of course, but she’s linked to the person who made us immortal. After hundreds of years, our maker dies. Suddenly, Oak is freaking out over a girl who needs saving, turning into a giant, murderous, glowing protective machine, you can heal and I –” he swallowed hard, “I can feel every emotion in this fucking room – and its luck? Fuck off. I can tell even you don’t believe that bullshit.”

Liberty didn’t focus on the fact that Ellis called me out, only on what he said about us. Her eyes fell from me and back to Oak. “You had to save me?”

“Not doing so wasn’t an option,” he admitted.

Her head tilted, putting the long column of her throat on such a tempting display. “Definitely fate.”

“What does any of this have to do with our ancestors’ properties?” Ellis asked.

I leaned back, forgetting that I wasn’t in my regular office chair and nearly falling. “Well, that’s precisely what we need to find out.”