Knowledge: The Fifth Division Saga: Book 1 by Kira Stüssy Read Free Book Online Page B

fingers like iron. I tried to yank my arm away, giving a small yelp as I did so, but he already pulled me down the porch steps. Bram chucked the wooden knife he held at Wiley, but missed my attacker’s head by less than an inch. Bram unsheathed a second knife but a second too late. Muttering unintelligible words under his breath, Wiley’s tattoo glowed, identical to Rezza’s, a blue matching his eyes and an electric sort of energy enveloped his hands until they became blinding. Bram and Caspian were forced to cover their eyes and call out in pain. Wiley shoved Caspian aside without much effort. He pushed past Bram without loosening his grip and dashed across the lawn before either Caspian or Bram could so much as protest.
    We raced down the street against my will, his grip far surpassing me in strength. Rezza had been tossed over Wiley’s shoulder, flopping around like a rag doll with every bouncing step he took. My mind still tried to process what I had just seen. Not much progress could be made. What had Bram been doing? How did he know how to throw a knife like that? And most importantly, what was going on ? Wiley was strong and my attempts at breaking his hold were feeble at best. But I could still scream. “Let go of me!” I screeched at the top of my lungs, praying that someone would hear me. But crime in Lincoln City is so uncommon that the chances of anyone actually thinking my screams were legitimate were unlikely. Most people would probably just put in ear plugs in annoyance towards “those rowdy teenagers”. But I had to try. “What do you want from me you?” He pulled me along for almost a mile until we reached the edge of town. I could still faintly hear the rolling and crashing of the ocean’s waves. The night air stayed too silent as I continued to yell, “Let me GO!”
    “Gladly.” He released my wrist and harshly shoved me away, causing me to stumble backwards and land on my butt. I winced at the fall and rubbed my raw red wrist. My tailbone ached and I knew a sizeable bruise would be there in the morning. A look of utter contempt glared down at me.
    “It’s about time.” I spat. “I was starting to think we were training for a marathon.”
    His hands flew to his head, clutching at his messy brown hair, “For the love of…do you ever shut up?”
    “Only when asked nicely.” I threw as much sarcasm into my voice as possible. “Where are you taking me?”
    He smiled down at where I sat on the gravelly asphalt road, an evil gleam in his eyes, “You’ll see soon enough.” I started to reply but he put a hand up, denying any response, “I don’t think I can handle another couple of hours of your whining. Sweet dreams.”
    “What…?”
    His tattoos illuminated softly, dim rays of light amongst the thick darkness, and his eyes shone like bright blue beacons, “ Dormire .”
    A black fog shielded my vision until I lost consciousness completely.
    *
    I sputtered awake, unsure of where I was or when I had arrived there. I splayed out upon a large and rather comfortable bed with several plush pillows and cozy blankets made of wool. I had been placed in a small room decorated as a decent living space complete with the bed I cuddled up in, a mini fridge, and a small table in the far corner. White paint coated the walls with no breaks for windows, allowing no sunlight to stream into the gloomy space. Lamps hung on the walls, providing dim and flickering light to the room. Only one door, positioned by the mini fridge with no handles from the inside, proved any exit from the room. Clearly, whoever placed me in this room did not intend for me to leave. A small digital clock loomed over the table. I squinted to read the time: 9:47pm.
    I refused to move for a moment, purely confused. I savored those few minutes lost in blissful ignorance. And then everything rushed back into my memory. Hank leaning towards me, the siblings with glowing tattoos, Bram killing Rezza, and Wiley kidnapping me. And then