Faceless

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Author: Jus Accardo
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was like a saw blade to the brain and I had to brace myself against either side of the doorway to keep from keeling forward. Every sound sent a world-quaking vibration through my body, and if this moron wasn’t careful, I was going to puke on him.
    Henley flashed a satisfied smile and crossed his arms as he leaned back against the doorframe. Confidant and casual. This wasn’t the type of guy who intimidated easily. “I told you yesterday. I speak, you jump. No questions.”
    No questions …
    A conversation he and Cain had earlier bounced around in my mind, but things were too vague. Bits and broken pieces were all I could catch, and none of them made any sense.
    “Well?” he snapped. The guy oozed confidence and an over-inflated sense of entitlement. Even if Cain didn’t want to grind his face into powder, I’d have wanted to hit him. He drew himself up tall so that he was looking down, eyes traveling over me with an air of superiority. In short, he was a dick. The dick in charge.
    No… Not in charge.
    Kind of like a lieutenant. An older man’s face—faint wrinkles and a head of thick, salt and pepper hair—formed in my mind. This was the man in charge. James Anderson—and Henley was his personal Butt Monkey.
    And he had it in for me.

Chapter Two
    Henley went on ahead of me, which turned out to be a good thing. Getting to the rec room was significantly harder than finding my room. Cain had only been there a few times—he didn’t like to socialize—and apparently he’d been high at the time. That was before Anderson found his stash and confiscated it. Things were coming to me in broken fragments, but one thing was crystal clear. Cain liked his recreational substances.
    When I arrived, I found a large white room with a small group of people gathered at the center. Five girls, four guys, and a tall older man. Everyone except the man, Henley, and I, were in their pajamas and looked half asleep. Several of them were yawning, while the rest stood, eyes half-lidded and expressions unhappy. I could sympathize. The need to rest and recover from the jump burned in my veins, but more than that, I wanted to speak with Ginger. Being at Zendean and not knowing why was annoying—not to mention pointless. Every minute I didn’t know the plan was another minute I wasn’t actively working toward helping Dez.
    A swirl of vaguely familiar names and faces rattled around inside my brain, making the headache ten times worse. I swayed on my feet and swallowed back a mouthful of whatever Cain had eaten earlier—something spicy with a distinct hint of garlic. Taking a header and puking on these people was sure to grab me the kind of attention I was trying to avoid.
    My name is Brandt Cross, and when I was fourteen, I puked on myself while trying to give an oral report on George Washington…
    “Nice of you to join us, Cain,” the man at the center said. He was tall with a crooked nose and reminded me of my uncle Marshal. Not so much physically, but the look in his eyes. There was just something wrong about it. Something bad. This was the man from Cain’s memory—James Anderson.
    “I was—”
    “He was at Skinners,” Henley supplied helpfully. “The girly bar downtown.” He turned to me and snickered. “Poor bastard has to pay for it. Is that how they do it back home?”
    “Aww, you don’t need to pay for it, Dougie,” a girl from the outer edge of the group purred. She stepped forward and puffed out her chest, hands splayed against her hips, and I couldn’t help staring. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the thin white material of her T-shirt was borderline see through. “I’d be more than happy to—”
    “Jesus, Carina. Is there any place you haven’t shoved your tongue?” The snipe came from a girl whose face I couldn’t see. She was shorter than the rest of the crowd, standing on the other side of Anderson. The only part of her that was visible was the top of her chestnut colored hair, and the tiny purple

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