The Breakers Ultimatum (YA Urban Fantasy) (Fixed Points Book 3) by Conner Kressley Read Free Book Online

saying that you’re correct in your assumptions about the Council’s motives. But, seeing as how you are here indefinitely, and that you are currently without council, I’d say that if that, if you were, then it most certainly would work.”
    “I want to see my mother,” I said through clenched teeth.
    “I’m sure,” Mulva answered, folding her arms over her chest. “But do you think she wants to see you? You’re a traitor. You said that much yourself. And, maternal instincts aside, your mother is under no obligation to serve as your council.” She chuckled. It was a sharp and callous thing, and reminded more of my childhood, of the hardnosed lecturers from primary education, than anything I had experienced in years. “Not that you even warrant council because, as I said, you’re a flux case.”
    Blood boiled up in my face. She had me and she knew it. There was nothing I could do here, trapped in this luxury dungeon and dressed in elf’s clothes. I opened my mouth to speak, to say something brilliant and revolutionary; or at least to say one of those stupid sarcastic remarks that Casper had always been so good at. But nothing came.
    “You have no one to blame for this but yourself, Mr. Lightfoot.” The look on Mulva’s face, like I was a child whose hand had been caught in the candy jar, infuriated me. I was a grown man; two years past that in Breaker time. If I had stayed, if I had seen past Allister Leehman’s machinations, then I would have had my Breaker name by now. I’d be a full-fledged agent. Of course, I would have never met Cresta either. I’d never have known love, or even that I wanted that sort of love. I wouldn’t know myself, not really. But the thing was, looking at Mulva’s smug eyes peering over at me, I wondered how much good any of it had done.
    I would never see Cresta again. I knew that much. Her path and mine could never cross, not with what the crone told me.
    The next time you see her will be the day you kill her.
    Those words had echoed in my head since the crone spoke them. They were all I could think about; playing on a constant loop between my eardrums. It had been this thought, in addition to another dark truth the crone saw fit to lay on me, that had colored Cresta’s last days with me. If I could have those back, if I could have used them to tell her how much she meant to me, how I would live the rest of my life thinking about her, hoping she was okay- then maybe I wouldn’t hate myself so much.
    But I had spent those days the way I’d spent every one since the truth about who she and I were to each other came out. I had spent so long trying to dodge the future, trying to undo what the Seers say must be done, that I forgot one of the most basic truths of what it was to be a Breaker.
    We were fixed points, Cresta and me; fixed points set in opposition with each other. And fixed points couldn’t be changed; not ever, not without death.
    So it was better that I never saw her again. I could imagine she was safe, maybe even happy.  Maybe she’d settle down with someone; have a family and a life. Even if it was Royce, or Poe, or whoever he was. I think I would be okay with that, so long as she was happy.
    “Did you hear me, Dragon?” Mulva moved around me, shaking her head disapprovingly. “You are to blame for this. You knew the end. You knew there was only one way this could ever go.” She clucked, almost like a chicken, before she continued. “I’ll never understand this exuberance, to think your childish emotions could ever come before the good of all. You should be ashamed.” She moved toward the door, much more gracefully than I would have imagined a woman of her age was capable of. It swung open as she neared. “But you’ll have plenty of time to think about that.”
      I thought about darting toward it, but it was no use. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d never make it out of here. The door would either slam shut or my body would go limp; a victim