Sang's Freedom - The Song Of Ghosts

25:

Chapter 25

Mercenary Jakob’s POV-

Sang Sorenson’s innocence slightly disturbed me as I watched North Taylor shutter under the young girl’s touch. He was smitten.

And that alone was why he and the other Academy brats would never be elite material. They were too soft.

And Sang…the girl had no idea what power she held over all of them. It was the curse of green eyes.

I knew better than anyone.

My own green eyes could cut through a person’s soul as easily as knives cut butter.

I watched the kids a moment longer. They didn’t stray further than the end of the block, which was good because when they returned, I’d have to drop the next bomb shell.

In order to not raise suspicion, Sang would need to return to her parent’s house tonight.

Her sister knew that she was still around and if Sang didn’t return home tonight that would become a major red flag for Principal Hendricks and the coach.

We needed them to kidnap Sang.

Because once she was taken, we could follow her to their base of operations, and with any luck, we’d find Eli.

***

Mr. Owen Blackbourne’s POV-

Anxiety gripped my stomach, nausea crashing over me in waves as I stood in the kitchen putting bag after bag of popcorn in the microwave.

I did not like this plan.

The mercenaries expected us to bring Sang to a party to be picked off like some expendable thing. To be likely drugged and dragged off into the night.

There was no guarantee the kidnappers left the girls alive—and some of these girls had been taking over a year ago…so what were they doing with them?

My mind drifted to the worst.

Things so despicable, I threw up in the sink.

Sean entered as I washed out my mouth. He didn’t smile, but ruffled my hair like he did when we were younger before drawing me into a hug. “Owen, people should be hugged six times a day.”

“Quiet.” I tried to pull away.

“Thirty seconds, Owen, so the happy chemicals in your brain activate.” He leaned his head on my shoulder, the epitome of calm and collected. I knew better.

“Sean.”

He squeezed his eyes closed, pulling back. “That was at least thirty seconds. I’ll be back, so don’t think you can hide from me.”

“Where are you going?”

“To hug Nathan.”

I cracked a millimeter smile. “I don’t think he’ll like that very much.”

“To damn bad.” Sean pressed out of the kitchen as the microwave went off, the scent of burned popcorn filled the room and I swore.

***

Nathan Griffin’s POV-

Sean surprised me with a hug. Normally I would have shoved him off, but the mercenaries had both stepped out and I found myself crying. Tears streamed down my face and he pet my hair.

In my opinion, Sean gave the best hugs. He knew how to hold people right, and he also knew when to back the hell off. “Owen’s making popcorn. Go help him out, yeah?”