Page 15 of Cultivating Caden
“Grab each of us a cold one, and I’ll tell you everything.”
Getting up, Caden walked to the refrigerator and found the beer where Quade said it would be. He pulled out two, then carried the ice-cold bottles back to Quade and handed one to him before he took a seat across from where Quade sat. “Okay, so spill.”
Quade twisted the top off the beer, then chugged down half of it before he returned his attention to Caden. “Before I say anything, I need you to understand something. Sanctuary is home to a lot of different types of gifted people. We’re very picky about who knows of our existence. The guy in charge? He’s richer than God, and he made arrangements with the government to build this so that we could live in peace.”
“So I’m here because I somehow am a threat to you?”
Quade shook his head. “If you were a threat, you’d be dead. I would have sliced you open on the mountain and left your body there. In fact, that’s why I was there. I had been sent to kill you because we believed you’d murdered those men in cold blood.”
“How couldIkill nine men?”
Quade’s grin was positively feral. “With your gifts. You’re like us.”
Well, shit, Caden hadn’t seen that coming at all.
