The Lightest Dark (The Dark series Book 1) Read Free

air getting hotter around him. “They didn’t tell you?”
    I frowned. I’m sure the confusion was all over my face, “Who didn’t tell me what? What’s got you so angry? I just asked you to look after my brother tomorrow. If that’s a problem I’ll talk to Gavin, or Alexander.”
    He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath as I felt the heat begin to recede. “They have Ryan in lockup again. They told me that you said to keep him there. He needed to learn a lesson.”
    I clenched my teeth. The words, "Who said it?" Came from my lips sounding a bit fiendish as I felt my hands tighten into fists. You don’t mess with my brother. It was a guaranteed fight with me and everyone knew it.
    “I’ll tell you, but you have to calm down first. It’ll do you no good to go charging in there like a bull demon with a red flag in front of it.”
    “I don’t give a fallen angel’s wing! Tell me who!”
    He sighed, “Evan.” I stormed off to see Randy and let him know I was going to be a little late relieving him. There was no argument about it, though I think that had more to do with my attitude than anything else.
    With that taken care of, I head out to the makeshift jail/archive room in the middle of the compound. All the while Tristan followed behind me like a shadow.

Chapter Two
     
    The second I stepped into the building I felt something was off in a very bad way. All the anger evaporated and my body went on high alert, taking in every detail of the room from the lack of a guard to the fact that the place looked like it had been ransacked. Blood splattered the walls, books were thrown haphazardly, and power was so thick in the air I could taste it.
    I turned around, everything in me screaming for me to run, but I stood my ground, “Tristan?”
    “Yeah?” he looked around him like nothing was out of place and I had to wonder if maybe it was just me.
    It wouldn’t be the first time I’d lost my grip on what was real and what was a premonition, but it would be the first time I had such a vivid taste of power in one. “What did you do?” my voice trembled as I spoke, letting on just how terrified I was.
    He narrowed his eyes in confusion. “What are you- oh.” Recognition of what was happening to me registered and he started to grasp for me, but I backed up just out of reach. He lowered his hand a look of hurt flashing in his eyes.
    I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to stamp down my fear. It was irrational to be afraid of something that hadn’t happened yet, I knew. It didn’t make it any less real to me. I opened my eyes again and turned to see if the vision had faded.
    The place looked immaculate. Not a book out of place and the blood that splattered the pale gray walls seconds ago was nowhere to be see. Evan was sitting behind the desk that hid the door to the hall. The hall led to the only three cells in the compound.
    Not too many people were crazy, or stupid enough to cause problems these days, but there were a few hellions like my brother that wanted to push the envelope a bit and see what would happen.
    That’s where they ended up for a few hours, or days depending on the offense… or their age.
    Evan had a look that told me he thought I was losing my mind. I’ll admit, it was entirely possible. Just for different reasons than he was probably imagining. I turned to Tristan, “Well talk about it later. I can’t make sense of it yet.” He nodded and I turned back to the desk where Evan was sitting.
    Evan Barker is one of the younger ones in the Guardians at 19. He stands at 5”9 with Indigo eyes, raven black hair and the smoothest skin I’ve ever seen. He’s also the strongest, along with the vainest guy here and can probably bench press the building we’re in and not break a sweat.
    Good thing too. I would hate to see how he'd react to the slightest imperfection in his skin should that happen.
    As I make my way toward him the previous look was immediately replaced with