Infinity Reborn (The Infinity Trilogy Book 3) Read Free

feel . . . kinda great. “Yeah, I’m good,” I reply with an amused smile. “How long was I out?”
    “Almost four hours,” Bit stammers.
    “Why was I shut in that room, and tied to that bed?” I ask, looking over at the still-open door.
    “About an hour ago you started screaming and thrashing around. It was pretty disturbing. We had to strap you down so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. Jonah, I mean, Mr. Brogan and I took turns watching you, but you were scaring the others so Dr. Pierce suggested that we move you in here.”
    “The others?” I whisper. “Is everyone OK?”
    “Yeah, a few of us made it down here,” she murmurs, her eyes glazing over with a film of tears. It’s not the vague answer I was looking for, but for some reason she forces a smile and leaves it at that. The subject is obviously too painful for her to talk about right now, but whether my memories clear or I see for myself, I’m gonna find out soon anyway, so I decide not to push it.
    “Well, I’m glad you’re safe,” I say, changing the subject for her sake.
    Bit grins at me. “Oh, I’m so happy that you’re back, Finn. Brody has totally been following me around and bringing me cups of cocoa for no reason. Oh, and he also fabricated these clothes for me. Look, this t-shirt has Einstein printed on it. Because I’m smart, he said. He’s so weird.” Bit rolls her eyes as if she’s annoyed, but I see a hint of a smile flicker on the edge of her lip.
    Brody and Bettina? She’s right; that is weird. Bit is way too good for that dim-witted jock. Never in a million years would I ever have imagined that he would be the one to make her smile like that, but it seems like Brody has been a welcome distraction for her, so I can’t help smiling as well.
    Bit’s gaze drops to my left hand. She grabs it and squeezes the palm, then my fingers. She turns my hand over, rubs the back of it with her thumb, and with a look of complete fascination whispers, “Incredible.”
    I frown, confused by her strange behavior at first, but then, out of nowhere, images begin to pulse behind my eyes. It’s almost like blurry watercolor snippets of Infinity’s memories are fluttering out of the dark into a dim spotlight in my mind. The courtyard and the crumbling buildings, the flames, red eyes glowing in dark smoke, trying to run, falling, the hellish piercing screech of a rail gun, the splintering wood and the crash of a fallen tree . . . then blood dripping from a ragged stump at the end of her arm. My arm.
    I gasp and stare down at it. “My hand—” I murmur.
    “You remember,” Bit says, looking into my eyes with amazement.
    I hold my hand up in front of my face and glare at it. I clutch it into a fist, then open it again, trying my best to comprehend the impossibility of it.
    “That really happened?” I ask.
    Bit nods emphatically. “When we brought you down here, you were in a bad way, Finn. I honestly don’t know how you survived. Both your legs and five of your ribs were broken, your ankle was twisted backward, and your left hand . . . it was . . . it was gone . But within an hour you were completely healed, and your hand—” Bit stares in wide-eyed wonder as I wiggle my fingers, and she chuckles like a little kid. “You grew another one.”
    I shake my head in disbelief. “What . . . what am I?” I whisper.
    “I was hoping you’d be able to tell me ,” says Bit. “I tried to get some answers out of Dr. Pierce and Mr. Brogan, but they said they wouldn’t discuss it until you were awake.”
    “I’ll tell you what you are!” shouts a voice from across the room. I look over Bit’s shoulder to see Brent Fairchild’s scowling face. “You’re a freak!”
    Two of my classmates, Margaux and Brody, step around the corner behind him. Brody smiles and nods at me, but Margaux is looking me up and down with a mixed expression of wariness and suspicion.
    Jonah turns toward them. “Maybe you three should leave us alone. I think