A Man of Honor (A Young Adult Paranormal Romance) (The Honor Trilogy) by J.P. Grider Read Free Book Online

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    “Then act like she’s your girlfriend,” I interrupt, yelling at him, “and try healing her once in a while.”
    “Okay, guys,” Uncle Tom intervenes. “Let’s talk about the task at hand.”
    “Right,” I say, glaring at Ethan.
    “Why don’t you heal Honor?” I hear Hunter ask Ethan.
    All heads turn to hear Ethan’s response. Including me, who hasn’t taken my eyes off him yet.
    His body shifts and his words come out all garbled. “Well…she’d just try to heal me back.” Ethan looks down at his shuffling feet. “We’d just keep going around in circles.”
    “Lame,” Hunter quips.
    “Forget it, guys,” Uncle Tom scolds. “Storm, please finish.”
    “Yeah.” I turn away from the loser and focus on Tom and Hunter. “In order to fill the jugs with our blood, we need equipment. That’s where the black clothes come in. There’s a blood bank in Parsippany. We need to break in and get some needles and bags and anything else they have so we can take blood.”
    “Why can’t we just steal blood? Why does it have to be ours?” Hunter asks.
    “’Cause it needs to be empath blood.”
    “Why? It’s not like they can tell.”
    “I wouldn’t be so sure. This guy’s ancient. Plus, remember, he was working with Honor’s grandfather. He may not have been a scientist like him, but he must have picked up a thing or two.”
    “Hmm.” Hunter’s brain is working overtime thinking about this – he’s scratching his head.
    “Besides, I’m not quite sure how it works, but if they try out the blood, they may know if it has healing powers or not.”
    “So..w..wait,” Ethan stutters, reluctant to speak. “All someone needs to do to become an empath is inject an empath’s blood into them? That seems highly unlikely,” he scoffs.
    “That’s not what I’m saying,” my words come out clipped and angry.
    “Then what are you saying?”
    “I’m saying. We don’t. Know.” I refrain from screaming at him. “But I’m not going to take a chance by handing over just anybody’s blood. They’ll test it. I’m sure of that.”
    Uncle Tom nods his head. “Okay then. Let’s get a move on. I’ll give Elijah a call tomorrow and see if we can’t get him to come up and give us some of his blood…also, I have some friends in Pennsylvania who’ll help too if we need it.”
    “Great. Let’s go.” I command, grabbing my car keys.
    “Storm,” Tom says. “Let’s take Ethan’s car.”
    “What?”
    “It’s less conspicuous.” Tom says.
    “Yeah. Sure.” Ethan sighs.
     
    The blood bank is surrounded by huge, empty, well-lit parking lots, but fortunately for us, the area behind the blood bank is dark. We turn off the car, and I grab the tool kit I brought to break the locks. In it are some wire cutters to clip the alarm system, if there is one.
    “Okay, we need to be quick. If there’s an alarm, I can cut the wires, but I’m not sure if it’ll alert the cops before I do. So look for anything you think we’ll need and get the hell back in the car. Quickly.”
    Handing everyone a pair of gloves and a big black garbage bag, I nod my head and turn to attempt picking the lock. After about two full minutes, I break through a lock and two deadbolts, putting to use some techniques the Gaffer’s men had taught me before I headed to Jersey. To my surprise, no alarm sounds.
    Then I think , and say, “There may be a silent alarm that goes right to the police, so just take everything you can.”
    Scrambling through every drawer and cabinet there is, we sweep everything into our bags and are in and out in sixty seconds flat. Following the directions I found earlier online, Ethan tears down a back road that leads behind the bank opposite the way we came. Luckily there’s a path within the trees that outline the road, because in the near distance, we hear sirens. The alarm must have alerted the cops.
    “Shut down the lights,” I instruct Ethan. “Go slow and follow the path. It’ll lead us