Unbreakable by Kami García Page A

didn’t feel like he was looking at me. It felt like he was looking
into
me.
    I wondered what he saw.
    “Maybe you want to believe it’s me so you can stop searching,” I said quietly.
    “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Jared’s eyes still hadn’t left mine. He paused, choosing his words carefully. “The Legion is the only way to stop Andras. So before you walk away, you’d better be sure. Or a lot of innocent people are gonna die.”
    Now I was responsible for other people’s lives? Keeping myself alive was hard enough.
    I felt the weight of his words bearing down on me.
    Before I could respond, shouts cut through the silence. They were coming from the opposite side of the warehouse.
    Jared took off running.
    On the other side of the sheet, Lukas, Priest, and Alara crowded around the window as the metal frame rattled.Thick screws untwisted themselves and hit the concrete floor one after another.
    Lukas pressed his palms against the frame, trying to hold it in place. “I don’t know what happened. The window was salted, but there’s a break in the line.”
    It was the same window I’d been looking out not even an hour ago.
    A break in the line.
    I lifted my arm slowly. A thin layer of white dust coated the inside of my forearm from wrist to elbow. Jared noticed and pulled me closer to get a better look. He touched the crystals and brushed them off my skin as if he expected to see something underneath.
    “I didn’t realize—”
    Jared cut me off. “We have to leave. Now.” He dropped his voice so no one else could hear him. “Don’t say anything about this. I’ll handle it.”
    Alara started to pour another salt line along the windowsill.
    Jared took the bag from her and tossed it on the floor, white crystals spraying across the gray concrete. “There’s no point. It won’t be long before Andras finds out about this place.” He turned to Lukas and Priest. “Grab the gear. We’re gone.”
    Alara pushed past me. “Let’s make sure we can get out first.”
    The window rattled despite the fresh salt. Maybe nothingwas coming in, but something definitely wanted to. Jared fought to hold the frame in place, but only a few rusted screws remained.
    I reached for the loose side of the window, but Jared nodded toward the sheets. “Help Priest. We need to take as much as we can.”
    I hesitated.
    Another screw shot out of its casing and rolled across the floor.
    I ran.
    “Alara, a little help here!” Jared yelled. She slipped through the sheets carrying a stainless steel bowl. She scooped out a handful of dark green mud and smeared it over the glass, in the shape of an
X
.
    I passed Lukas shoveling armloads of books and clothes into backpacks, but I didn’t stop until I reached Priest.
    Two duffel bags lay open on his worktable, and he was tossing everything from weapons to tools and scrap metal inside. I grabbed stuff from the metal shelves, but I didn’t know what to take. Boxes of nails and ammunition, or tools?
    “Is it another poltergeist?”
    Priest shook his head, blond hair hanging in his eyes. “Don’t know. Wanna stay and find out?”
    Glass shattered, the sound echoing against the cinder block walls.
    Jared burst through the sheets with Lukas and Alara. “We have to go.”
    I grabbed one of the bags and ran for the door. Priest yanked the other one off the table and the handle ripped, sending screwdrivers and ammo flying across the floor. He dropped to his knees, scooping up whatever he could carry.
    Metal groaned somewhere on the opposite side of the warehouse, louder than a hundred screws hitting the floor.
    Alara’s eyes darted around the room. “We’re not going to be able to get out.”
    Priest abandoned the broken bag. “Get the tank.”
    Jared yanked a red fire extinguisher off the wall.
    “On three.” He nodded at Lukas. “One, two, three.”
    Lukas threw open the door, and Jared bolted outside, spraying a heavy layer of white mist around us. Within seconds, we