Business Arrangement

Part 23

CHAPTER 23:

"We both know who is at the experimental centre and who isn't, Lyra. Now is not the time to play games with your life. Are you listening to me?" Fraser Hive looked like he lost his Bee mind.

I match his eyes, "You want the main Dragon and Wolf family gone, this'll do it. Even if I have to direct them there myself, it'll get them out of our way. Every Bee has to do their job. I'll contact you when I get the chance." I mutter to him, moving past his statued form.

He grabs my arm, "Lying to that many people as a Bee on your own is delaying the inevitable. You are too young to understand the full scope of..." He trails off when I rip my hand from his.

"Do I look like I need your protection, Fraser? I know what I'm doing. Identifying the very weaknesses they work too hard to hide. Soon, they'll come out. As will yours." I bite at him, shoving my door closed.

The very moments I stepped out, I watch Ender speak closely with Darren and Vanessa. She was arguing with him. Whether it was about trusting me or thinking this entire stupid plan was going to let karma walk back in and beat me bloody one day. It likely will. I know that, but this was the only way to save my family. Ender made his bed, now he has to sleep in it.

Cecile narrows her eyes at me, "You can forget believing your belongings are going anywhere, Lyra," She states, clicking at one of the guards, "Get that to storage, when I know the dragons and wolves have returned and are safe, she may collect her things." She insists, eyes strict and cold. She's restless, she doesn't want to leave Eden and now, she believes I won't look out for the friend I've known for years.

Good instincts.

Ender's irises were deadset on me. The intensity was strong, calculators. However, I met those idiotic eyes head on and narrow mine, straightening with my chin gently tilted higher. I was going to make him eat his words, and shit out the consequences of them. I look to Eden when my mind turns horrifically graphic at the sight of him bloody and wounded after they initiate them once I give the higher board of directors, the very company of men and women given the thrones of us all.

I'd have to say goodbye to my books.

CLICK.

I couch out and drop down to one knee.

"Give her two shots, who knows with the Bees and their need for self-restraint against pills and poisons." Cecile mutters, pissed off and tense before I'm shot again and grit my teeth at the sight of blurred shoes, of legs belonging to my enemy while I kneel at their feet.

I fell with the colour of red deepening the crevices of my vision. Kissing the tips of unconsciousness until I was over that high edge on a rainy cliff top with nothing but intestine ripping charcoal rocks and thundering waves of foamy salt water at the bottom. They surface and grip my neck. Choking me.

Stroking death was a harsh gesture in the face of that cliff edge. Grey clouds and knives for rain sprinkled my skin at first, before pulling me up like a helium stuffed balloon and floated me closer to the edge. I gripped for anything, reached for a barrier to stop the forces from taking me.

Until-

"Get up." A deep voice touches my membranes.

I shudder and snap awake. Moving around in dead air before seeing caramel eyes in a seat, "You we're drugged for longer periods of time. We need to get moving. My team are outside this safe house." He situates, shoving a new pair of clothes on my lap.

I groan at the headache forming, that bitch drugged me way more than she bloody needed to. I grunt and cringe when my feet feel like solid bricks weighing me down. I change at a slower pace than what I could normally achieve. Before I'm moving into an SUV written for enemies and evil spirits based on the fact I had silencers aimed at my hips in the middle of Eliot and Vanessa, she seemed gloriously happy with aiming a gun at me.