Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Outside the door, I could hear the current speaker wrap up his speech. My turn would be next.
I dug Senator Pollard’s fingers into my legs and tried to feel nothing. I focused on my breathing, on the way the trousers clung to the back of my thighs; on the way the strange hair growing in my ears tickled. Slowly a wall of calm came up around me. But my reprieve was short-lived. Applause rose outside and someone knocked at the door. Alec stepped back, a hand over the gun at his waist, as he opened the door a gap. The same middle-aged woman with a tight ponytail who’d first taken us to the green room appeared in the corridor.
“It’s Senator Pollard’s turn,” she said politely.
I hoisted myself to my feet and followed the woman to the back of the stage, Alec taking up my front and Orlov and Connors at my rear. I could feel Holly moving at my side, and it was her presence more than theirs that eased my nerves. Five hundred people made up the audience—law students and journalists, and possibly someone who wanted Senator Pollard’s death.
“You’re safe,” Alec said under his breath. “Don’t worry. Security measures were tripled.”
“If it’s so safe, why am I here and not Pollard?” I whispered, glaring at his back as I lumbered up the stairs onto the stage.
A wave of applause welcomed me and I raised my arm in Senator Pollard’s trademark greeting. Every gesture, every move was perfect. Nobody would realize I wasn’t him—not even his enemies. I walked up to the speaker’s podium in the center of the stage as the clapping ebbed away. I let my gaze swivel over the audience, looking for anything out of the ordinary. But there was nothing. Most of the blue chairs were occupied by men and women in their twenties. They’d probably fall right off their seats if they found out an eighteen-year-old girl was actually the speaker.
I cleared my throat and opened my lips to recite the speech but the words faltered in my mouth. Something was off. The hairs at the base of my neck rose. I wasn’t exactly sure what caused me such discomfort. A wall of silence lay before me as people stopped talking to stare at my mute form. I coughed and glanced at the notes on the speaker’s desk in front of me.
My voice was calm and business-like as I started the speech. I’d seen videos of Senator Pollard giving speeches and knew that he was a good orator. He possessed the natural charisma and verbal skills to grab an audience. Which made this that much harder for me. I forced myself to look up every now and then to smile at my audience and search the auditorium for suspicious activities. A few minutes into my speech, I raised my head again, my mouth already dry from reading, and the words died in my throat. Every muscle in my body bristled with anxiety.
My eyes landed on a familiar face in the audience. It was the man who’d been watching me a few weeks ago back in Livingston, the man who was most likely a member of Abel’s Army. He was leaning at the back of the auditorium, returning my gaze with unsettling calm. Brown hair, pale skin, dark sunglasses, unidentifiable age. He wore a long beige coat. What was he hiding beneath it?
Alec stared at me, then followed my eyes across the room. Of course he hadn’t seen the man before, but he could feel how nervous I was. The man was wearing exactly the same sunglasses and coat he had last time. Was he the only Variant in the room? Was he here to enact some sinister plan?
I took a deep breath and continued my speech. The audience was starting to whisper about my strange behavior and I couldn’t risk losing their attention. Alec gave me a tiny nod and moved off to the side of the auditorium as he tried to make his way toward the back. The man’s eyes flitted briefly to Alec but then returned to me—as if Alec wasn’t even worth his attention. I couldn’t sense Holly anywhere near me. Where was she? Maybe she was also heading for the strange guy.
Connors and Orlov had picked up on the tense atmosphere, of course (they weren’t that bad no matter what Major might think) and were watching Alec’s progress across the room with barely hidden contempt.
Maybe I should give them a sign to follow Alec. I didn’t like the thought of Holly getting involved in a possible fight.
A loud boom sounded in the auditorium and with a rumble, a shock wave thrust me backward. A second later, everything was pitched into darkness. I tumbled down the stairs of the podium unable to stop Senator Pollard’s tall body from hurtling forward. My face smashed against the ground, and I tasted blood in my mouth, coppery and warm. My nose was clogged with liquid and when I touched it, pain shot through my face. Probably broken. I gagged. My ears rang but slowly my hearing returned. Screams and shouts surrounded me on all sides. The auditorium was filled with bitter grayish mist that stung in my eyes and nose.