Legacy by Kate Kaynak

caught up with us? I could block his ability and Trevor could shield us from bullets but...would Isaiah simply run our car off the road? I doubted it. Isaiah was sociopathic, not suicidal. But what if he attacked us in front of witnesses? Could his actions “out” all G-positives?
    If I tried to blast Isaiah, he’d be able to channel along the energy I released, giving him a way past my mental shield. That would be bad. Nothing good could come from a confrontation with him.
    We have to run.
    My heart pounded as I remembered Isaiah—predatory and cruel—as he’d moved in to kill me. I imagined him gaining on us, drawing closer, trapping us against the cold shoreline of whatever Great Lake Detroit was on.
    Next to me, Trevor heard that thought and released a long-suffering sigh.
    The stupid rental car map was useless. Little tendrils of panic began to run through me, but then I saw the airport sign and zeroed in. I threw the car into park at the curb on the Arrivals deck, and then tossed the keys to the clerk behind the rental counter as we ran past and up the stairs to the Departures area. There was probably a huge fine for abandoning the car in a tow-away zone—but that was what the dirty, dirty stock money was for.
    The screens showed a flight to Chicago leaving in less than an hour. We grabbed two tickets—putting the charge on my credit card—and then ran to the security checkpoint.
    Trevor called Rachel again. “He’s at the curb. He’s getting out of his car.” There was a pause. I guessed that Rachel was checking our location against Isaiah’s. “He’s almost to you guys! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!”
    My eyes met Trevor’s for a panicked moment. I tightened my grip on his hand and threw the strongest shield I could around our minds. He pulled me with him as he calmly asked the people ahead of us, “Hi, do you mind if we cut ahead? Our flight’s boarding now and about to leave.” His voice was all Midwestern and polite, even in the face of danger.
    Then we were at the head of the line, walking shoeless through the metal detectors, holding up the boarding cards that allowed us to pass. Isaiah didn’t have one. If we could just get past here and out of his range…
    I clutched Trevor’s hand and pulled him behind the mental shield again as soon as we were both through the checkpoint. We grabbed up our bags from the collection area behind the x-ray machine and booked down the long hall beyond the security barrier toward the boarding area. I felt Isaiah’s mental presence at the end of my range behind us as the glow built around me.
    Oh, God. He’s found us again. I risked a glance back.
    There he was on the far side of the security checkpoint, looking right at me. I stopped breathing and went deer-in-the-headlights, frozen by his gaze. His fury at being blocked when so close to his prey lashed orange-hot through his mind.
    Even with the distance and the mental roar of all of the other people around us, his thoughts blared into my mind. How far could I get if I just killed everyone standing in my way? Isaiah didn’t care about avoiding detection anymore. He wanted us dead and he didn’t care who he hurt—security people, other passengers, transit cops—so long as he accomplished that goal.
    I’d never felt the mind of someone that… deranged . He hadn’t been this far gone in New Jersey. Was this the result of Matilda’s changes to his brain, or had I destroyed the remains of his sanity along with his voice?
    No. Killing that many people would slow me down too much and those two would probably get away. I’ll need to be closer to kill them through that mental wall of hers. Murdering innocent people wasn’t an issue for him—only his calculation of the low odds of success held him back.
    Trevor nearly pulled my shoulder from its socket as he tugged me around the corner and down the long hallway. I gasped as the connection with Isaiah snapped.
    Our flight was boarding. Trevor held me close as we