Unravel Me: The Juliette Chronicles Book 2 by Tahereh Mafi Read Free Book Online Page B

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    That’s when I see Castle. Castle, standing in the corner of Adam’s room, watching in silence as this 18-year-old boy rages in agony while he does nothing. Nothing except watch, except to take notes in his little book, to purse his lips as he tilts his head to the side. To glance at the monitor on the beeping machine.
    And the thought is so simple when it slips into my head. So calm. So easy.
    So, so easy.
    I’m going to kill him.
    “Juliette— no —”
    Kenji grabs me by the waist, arms like bands of iron around me and I think I’m screaming, I think I’m saying things I’ve never heard myself say before and Kenji is telling me to calm down, he’s saying, “This is exactly why I didn’t want to bring you in here—you don’t understand—it’s not what it looks like—”
    And I decide I should probably kill Kenji, too. Just for being an idiot.
    “LET GO OF ME—”
    “Stop kicking me—”
    “I’m going to murder him—”
    “Yeah, you should really stop saying that out loud, okay? You’re not doing yourself any favors—”
    “LET GO OF ME, KENJI, I SWEAR TO GOD—”
    “Ms. Ferrars!”
    Castle is standing at the end of the walkway, a few feet from Adam’s glass room. The door is open. Adam isn’t jerking anymore, but he doesn’t appear to be conscious, either.
    White, hot rage.
    It’s all I know right now. The world looks so black-and-white from here, so easy to demolish and conquer. This is anger like nothing I’ve known before. It’s an anger so raw, so potent it’s actually calming, like a feeling that’s finally found its place, a feeling that finally sits comfortably as it settles into my bones.
    I’ve become a mold for liquid metal; thick, searing heat distributes itself throughout my body and the excess coats my hands, forging my fists with a strength so breathtaking, an energy so intense I think it might engulf me. I’m lightheaded from the rush of it.
    I could do anything.
    Anything .
    Kenji’s arms drop away from me. I don’t have to look at him to know that he’s stumbling back. Afraid. Confused. Probably disturbed.
    I don’t care.
    “So this is where you’ve been,” I say to Castle, and I’m surprised by the cool, fluid tone of my voice. “This is what you’ve been doing.”
    Castle steps closer and appears to regret it. He looks startled, surprised by something he sees on my face. He tries to speak and I cut him off.
    “What have you done to him?” I demand. “What have you been doing to him —”
    “Ms. Ferrars, please—”
    “He is not your experiment !” I explode, and the composure is gone, the steadiness in my voice is gone and I’m suddenly so unstable again I can hardly keep my hands from shaking. “You think you can just use him for your research— ”
    “Ms. Ferrars, please, you must calm yourself—”
    “Don’t tell me to calm down!” I can’t imagine what they must have done to him down here, testing him, treating him like some kind of specimen.
    They’re torturing him.
    “I would not have expected you to have such an adverse reaction to this room,” Castle says. He’s trying to be conversational. Reasonable. Charismatic, even. It makes me wonder what I must look like right now. I wonder if he’s afraid of me. “I thought you understood the importance of the research we do at Omega Point,” he says. “Without it, how could we possibly hope to understand our origins?”
    “You’re hurting him—you’re killing him! What have you done—”
    “Nothing he hasn’t asked to be a part of.” Castle’s voice is tight and his lips are tight and I can see his patience is starting to wear thin. “Ms. Ferrars, if you are insinuating that I’ve used him for my own personal experimentation, I would recommend you take a closer look at the situation.” He says the last few syllables with a little too much emphasis, a little too much fire, and I realize I’ve never seen him angry before.
    “I know that you’ve been struggling