Nine's Legacy (Lorien Legacies: The Lost Files, Book 2)
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Number Nine—when John frees him from his cell in the Power of Xix, he's ferocious, reckless, and ready to fight back. But being held captive changes a person—even a Lorien. See what Nine was like before his capture, and read about his dramatic escape from his point of view.
In I Am Number Four: The Lost Files: Nine's Legacy: Nine's legacy, discover the story behind Nine. Before meeting John Smith, aka Number Four, before being held prisoner, Nine was hunting down Mogadorians in Chicago with his Cepan, Sandor. What happened there would change Nine forever. . . .
a Garde, that’s a full-time responsibility. As ready as I wanted to be, I had other things on my mind too. I had a girlfriend. Things were getting kind of serious, you know? I was trying hard to balance it all.” “What happened?” I ask, before realizing what a stupid question that is. A shadow crosses Sandor’s face, although he’s quick to hide it. “You know what happened.” Sandor sits up and tears a piece of paper out of a legal pad. He hands it to me, the lines filled with his precise writing.
meet as I leap over a metal-plated battering ram. His look is one of sadness and disappointment. “You didn’t pack,” he says. I square my shoulders and glare at him in defiance. Go ahead, I want to tell him, throw everything you can at me. I can take it. I’m going to prove to Sandor that I’m not his young ward anymore. “I suppose one last training session before we leave won’t hurt,” Sandor says. A glimmering tennis ball–sized object floats up from the floor, emitting a disorienting strobe
office of a little newsletter we’ve been keeping under surveillance. Looking for you.” He presses a button and a panel in the back of the cell raises. My heart stops when I see what’s behind it. It’s Sandor. My Cêpan hangs upside down from the ceiling. He’s been badly beaten—both of his eyes are blackened, his lips swollen, his torso marred by grisly slashes. Perhaps worst of all, they have torn out chunks of his usually perfectly maintained hair and left his finely tailored suit in tatters.
says between bites. “Ran out of gas, remember?” “Barely,” I whisper. “Where’s Bernie Kosar?” “Outside. That one is always on patrol. He is one cool animal. Tell me, Four, how did you of all the Garde end up with him?” I crawl into the corner of the room and push my back up against a wall. “BK was with me on Lorien. His name was Hadley back then. I guess Henri thought it would be good to bring him along for the trip.” Nine throws a tiny bone across the ceiling. “I had a couple of Chimæras as a
as fast as we can. When we finally zip through the gated entrance of Ashwood Estates, I’ve fallen at least thirty yards behind him. I blame my sweat-dampened T-shirt on the unseasonable warmth and my feeling of nausea on the ominous text message from my father. Ashwood Estates is identical to many of the wealthy gated communities outside of Washington—or at least it looks identical. But instead of being owned by politicians and their families, the mansions and immaculately maintained lawns