Emery woke once more to mirthless laughter. “What’s so funny?” he growled.

“You are so gifted and yet you fight it every step of the way. You’ve hardly brushed the surface of what you can truly do,” a husky voice said. “Come on,” he added, pulling Emery to his feet by his hair.

Emery didn’t struggle or even protest. He was too curious now – and apprehensive. He’d long ago given up the idea that his father was actually as crazy as he played at being. Was this man one of the men who he’d left the family to protect them from? Was he with the organization that had taken Greenblatt out of police custody?

“What are you going to do with me?” Emery hissed.

“Why, I’m merely going to fully awaken those wondrous gifts you have kept hidden away, Emery.” Then they were out the door and Emery saw that the man was dragging him to a car.

“Where are we going?” Emery asked, hardly able to keep a fearful tremor from entering his voice.

“To a warehouse,” the man said softly. He pushed Emery into the passenger seat of the car and closed the door. As he went around to the other side, Emery tried the handle but found it wouldn’t budge. “Child safety locks,” the man explained as he settled into the other seat. “Buckle up now.”

Swallowing heavily, Emery nodded and did as he was told. He tried to take in ever detail as they drove, but all he knew was that he was in an unfamiliar area of some city. He closed his eyes as the car pulled into the garage door of a warehouse. He didn’t know what to do. All he could think was that rescue was his only hope.

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