Jester couldn’t catch a break.
Ever since Estacio’s murder and that incident with Hogar, he’s been feeling like a passenger of a runaway train that gains speed with every additional incident that occurs, hurtling down an inevitable dead-end. And he didn’t like it one bit.
He had mistakenly thought that in order to prevent the Commander’s vision about the upcoming apocalypse from coming true, all they had to do was eliminate Anomalies, find and capture the Coven, and get through the Wane with as few casualties as possible. But with everything that’s happened and after all that he’s learned, he was starting to think there was a lot more going on here than what the old bat was telling them.
Not that the Commander was sharing anything much at all, lately. She had always been sparing and cryptic in her predictions, but now she wasn’t giving anyone anything beyond immediate orders. And it just fueled his paranoia.
He found the Commander in her quarters, baking.As far as he knew, only the Fourth Special Unit Commander’s quarters had been built with its own kitchen—professional-grade, from the looks of things—a fully-stocked pantry, and a mini-bar. It was apparently one of the non-negotiable terms of her contract when she accepted the position.The kitchen and the pantry, Jester could understand. His mother told him that she learned to cook human food from the Commander, and if his mother’s cooking was any indication of skill, then surely the old lady was someone who could whip up something that could make even angels weep. But the minibar…The old lady had never drunk anything but coffee or tea the entire time he’s known her. Unless she actually spikes her tea with brandy, the Commander wouldn’t need so much space for bottles of alcohol she’s never going to touch. Another one of her many eccentricities.“What a
Gregory’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise at the caller ID on his holo-screen.“What is it?” he asked, and Jester’s image on screen showed he was driving.“I was with the Commander. She told me about Mrs. Vega’s connection to the Ivan Romina that was mentioned by Spencer in the diary. I think it’s important that we figure out how the diary connects your wife and her family to the Coven and to my own father,” said Jester, blunt as always. Gregory had to admit it was something he liked about the young man—no frills, no unnecessary bullshit.“We were planning to drop by and take a look at Mrs. Vega’s condition before Alisa and I left for M’lonia, but the emergency subjugation and the thing with Ms. Rosche changed my plans. I would like to see her now if that’s alright.”“It’s fine,” said Gregory. He tried not to feel too
Jester explained what he had learned from the Commander to his mother on the drive to the hospital where Gregory Vega waited for them.“That would explain a lot,” his mother admitted. “If he’s been switching bodies every few decades since the Gaia Incident, then he must have had hundreds of identities by now. Provided he’s been here from the beginning, that is. It would definitely explain how the Coven remains so powerful yet so elusive…”Yes. If his father had survived the Gaia Incident and got blasted into Earth, it should have taken him just under a century before regaining enough of his power to actively work towards his resurrection. It would have taken him a few more centuries to gather the necessary resources and manpower, to research and plan his next move if he had been thoroughly depleted by that incident. Oberon’s goal probably hadn’t changed, either. He would make his play for immortality—true imm
“Nice ride,” Martina said, sliding into the passenger seat. She didn’t ask for permission of course—and Jester didn’t even bother telling her off. They’d already had a similar conversation a while ago, and it had no effect on the woman. Where Alisa would cajole and charm people into doing things for her, Martina was obviously the type to bulldozer over other people with a sweet smile and a few sharp comments. What a family. “What do you want from me?” Jester asked. He keyed in the address on his dashboard and his holo screen showed him the quickest route to their destination. Twenty minutes. Not too bad, considering it was a weekday. “I want to know how serious your relationship is with my sister.” Jester snorted. “And why should I tell you?” “I have a vested interest in keeping her happy. She’s my sister after all,” Martina replied. “And I’m also her therapist.” “Her therapist?” Jester knew that the woman was a trauma psychiatrist by professi
In all the centuries since the Incident, Oberon had not met another pureblooded Gaian, no matter how hard he looked. All he found were the descendants they had left behind. Those who, despite having Gaian blood, were deemed by their parents as too mortal to bring back to Gaia—half-blooded children between humans, elves, and dwarves who only had the barest hint of their godly parents’ characteristics. It was against the law to leave even such weak offspring unregistered, but it happened more often than one would think. There were many among the higher nobility who felt it was unbefitting for them to have produced weaklings, and would never lay claim to them. As such, they often don’t even know what they really are. Having been a Sovereign for many years, Oberon had made it a habit to look the other way on several occasions, so long as the halflings don’t cause trouble. This gained him the favor and support of many of his less scrupulous followers.Gaian
It has been two days since I have been apart from my boyfriend, and I am reaching the limit of my patience.I never considered myself the clingy type. But then, I have never had a boyfriend whom I was actually in love with. It doesn’t help that Jester is ten times hotter than any mortal man I have ever seen (probably because he’s a god), and the fact we are currently navigating through a scandal in our relationship only makes it harder to keep my anxiety in check.It’s not like we haven’t been talking. In truth, we call each other several times a day, albeit our conversations only last for five minutes or so. And most of what we talked about had more to do with work, rather than our personal feelings. But they were still sweet—he’d ask how I was doing, who I was with, if anything or anyone was giving me trouble… Okay, so maybe Freya is right and he’s calling me so often to monitor me and ensure my safety (especially now
I noticed that the conversation on the way back to the Palacio seemed a little too mundane, considering the people we were sharing the ride with. For elite Anomaly Guard agents, an Elf Knight officer, and an A-list celebrity in one vehicle, small talk wasn’t what I was expecting.I know Jester had a lot to tell me—there were so many things I wanted to tell him as well—but I guess he couldn’t really openly discuss anything in the car, now that I think about it.I mean, Bea and Sir Merrion were riding with us. I’m not sure how much Sir Merrion knows about the Coven, but I assume he must know quite a bit since he’s been assigned to guard me on the orders of the King and the Commander, and they’re the only threat I can think of. Still, he’s not a part of the Fourth, and there’s a ton of stuff about the Coven that’s classified. I know that Bea knows something is up with Spencer and me and the AG, but I haven’t told her anything about the Coven at all (and I am not allowed to, because of t
It was when we were thirteen that things really went to shit.By then, Alisa and I were in high school, and that’s where we became close to Colin. Oh, we knew each other, of course—our parents go to the same parties, and mingle with the same people. Anyway, the Prince was in our class, and he’s just way too easy to like. The three of us were inseparable.Until Marcus transferred to our school in the middle of the year. I was so sure that’s against school policy, but the kid was from a branch family of the Vegas, even if he was adopted. They would have let him in even if he wanted to enroll on the last month before the end of term.So, Marcus, of course, stuck to Alisa like glue. He would be with her, everywhere, all the time. I totally expected him to act that way and I didn’t like it, but there was nothing we could do. It would be different if Alisa didn’t enjoy his company, or if he was mean to her or whatever. But Marcus was a perfect angel when it came to Ali. Eventually though, A
Jester swiped his hand to the left. The wall before him tore itself up and crumbled to dust before being sucked into a void known as Jorus, exposing the figures inside.Only two people remained standing. One was a familiar figure, tall and broad, with a white mask covering his face. The other was leaner, smaller than the masked man, with a handsome face and cold, dead eyes. This man held in his arms a woman with golden hair in a fancy red dress. The features of her beautiful face were obscured by the blood seeping from her head, and around her slender neck was a fiery tattoo, like a necklace of thorns painted on her skin.A curse mark, in its most potent form.Alisa. His Alisa.Everything in Jester fell still, and whatever rationality he had left was burned away by fear and fury.*****An explosion of black—an oppressive, all-consuming darkness surrounded them in the blink of an eye. This darkness was unnatural. It wasn’t a darkness born from a lack of light, rather, it felt to him li
Jester had several misgivings about attending the Finale as Alisa’s date. He had to dress fancy. He had to listen to a rabid crowd scream his name and fight the urge to run away. He had to let the paparazzi take pictures without breaking their limbs. He even had to stop scowling.But the Finale was important to Alisa. She had asked him to come, and he knew if he did, it would mean the world to her, so how could he refuse her?At first, it wasn’t so bad. The suit was surprisingly comfortable, and though it was fancier than what he was used to wearing (it had a cape, for crying out loud) at least it was in black and grey, and not—gods forbid—egg-yolk yellow or neon green (like what he saw some of the other guests were wearing). Their red-carpet entrance was also quickly over with, and like what Aisha had said, all that was left to endure was the small-talk.It only took a few minutes after Alisa left, though, for Jester to realize he could only bear with this situation in her presence.
TEN MINUTES BEFORE EVERYTHING WENT TO HELL, VIP SECTIONAn intense tremor shook the Stadium, accompanied by alarmed yelling and swearing and the sound of shattering glasses as surprised guests dropped to the floor or crawled under the tables. Before the shaking even stopped, an alarm ripped through the air. Colin felt a foreboding sense of deja vu when he recognized what it meant.CODE BLACK: ANOMALY BREACH DETECTEDLOCKDOWN PROTOCOL IN EFFECT. THIS EVENT IS HEREBY CANCELLED. ALL GUESTS AND RESIDENTS ARE ADVISED TO REMAIN WITHIN THE BORDER. PLEASE REMAIN CALM AND FOLLOW EVACUATION PROTOCOL.The last time M’lonia had a Breach was nearly fifty years ago. Not only were there fewer active Faults in Ellenis as a whole (when you compare it to Earth or Oren), but the Elven capital of M’lonia was literally in the middle of nowhere, and under miles of sand and bedrock to boot. Some studies have claimed that the possibility of a new Breach forming in an area without a history of a Fault decreas
I suddenly stopped feeling bad for my PA when I realized why she was so on edge.They were hiding things from me again. They knew—Bea, Dad, Jester, they all knew—how much I hated that.“Give me my earpiece,” I said to Freya, pointing at the tiny purse on the couch beside her.“You have to focus on the Finale.” Bea said, snatching it away before Freya could even reach for it. “Forget what I said about New York. Right now, focus on the show, and when everything’s done, you can go and cuddle up to Jester as much as you like and have that talk.”“And if I say, ‘No, I don’t want to go to New York?’”Bea wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Come on. Be reasonable. It’s just a health break…”I narrowed my eyes at her, focusing on Bea’s emotions.How suspicious. There was concern for my health, certainly. But strangely, Bea seems to be more focused on my safety rather than the possibility of me relapsing into anorexia. Then, there’s the thing about Sir Merrion following me around on the orders of the King
It was Jester who first stepped out of the car.Broad-shouldered, long and lean, he wore the dark grey suit Alisa had picked out for him, and it fit him like a dream. Unbeknownst to the stylists, the white shirt he was wearing underneath was actually his AG suit, which he had adjusted to copy its appearance. He told Alisa it just felt wrong for him to wear normal clothes when out in public, and convinced her to let him use the suit. Draped over his shoulders was the luxurious cape trimmed with black fur and embroidered in gold that Holly had waved under his nose, and in the flashing lights, the gold thread shimmered.From LeBlanc’s position on the balcony, and with the help of his favorite camera, he could see very clearly why Alisa Vega had fallen for the AG rookie. Had he been into men, LeBlanc himself would have fallen head-over-heels and off of a cliff for him. The build, the figure—there was no angle from which you could take a photograph that wouldn’t flatter him. And that face-
LeBlanc thought that West Park Stadium had never looked more like a treasure chest than it did tonight. It was bright, and shiny, and loud—and the people inside it were equally so.For most of the normal people in the three worlds, the Fashion Week Finale was a show you watch on your holo-screens. But now, LeBlanc was a part of it. He was there in the flesh.He had been fortunate enough to be invited to the Finale as a guest by his editor, and though he was not strictly required to work during the event, the photographer in him could not resist slinging his favorite camera over his shoulder. Fashion Week was like an all-you-can-eat buffet for him—there was no way he was passing up an opportunity to photograph the elite of the elite of the fashion world, in all their splendor. Of course, he would not be allowed to publicize any of his photographs unless he gains consent from his subjects. But he didn’t mind. He didn’t pursue photography for the money or the potential connections he cou
It didn’t take very long for someone to knock on the door and remind them that Alisa had things to do, and places to be.In reality, it had only been about three hours since they left the others in the drawing room. Emotionally though, to Jester it felt like an entire day had gone by. In a mere three hours, Alisa had gone from ‘angry-girlfriend’ to ‘sweet seductress’ to ‘vulnerable, guilt-ridden, accidental murderess’ and finally, now she was ‘the-show-must-go-on, high-fashion supermodel with a probable eating disorder’, and he sat in bed watching her reapplying her makeup and slipping on those icepick heels.As if she hadn’t been crying her eyes out and dripping snot over his shirt a few minutes ago.Alisa is more than just a pretty face, strutting around in glamorous outfits and smiling for the cameras. She was more than just the Vega name and the influence that goes with it. She’s also more than just a girl with a powerful Gift.Alisa—his Alisa—is lovely, complicated, and unique. S
Things went back to normal almost immediately after that. That mugging incident never happened again, and it was easy to forget about something horrible if it’s not happening directly to you. Marcus was his usual possessive self, and I should have had no expectations otherwise. He changed my memories, so of course I don’t have a proper recollection of what happened. There shouldn’t be any reason for me to feel uneasy with him.But I did. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what was really going on. I think Marcus could tell, too. He became even more obsessed with keeping me by his side. There was even a rumor at school going around that he and I were dating secretly, because he’s always holding my hand.I’m sure that Aisha told you Marcus needed physical contact to reinforce his Gift, right? I think at that time Marcus was still testing the limits of his Gift. He was afraid of being apart from me because he wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t remember things I shouldn’t.
We found ourselves in bed again…though not in the same way as we were a few hours ago.For one thing, we were dressed. Jester now had on a pair of pants and a new shirt, though it was mostly unbuttoned—I hadn’t realized that when he pulled off the first one, it had ripped a little from our eagerness. He said normal clothes were just built too fragile, and he was used to it.“Wow,” I said drily, “How many girls got you ripping your shirt off for them to say you’re used to that?”Jester kissed my forehead. “Just one.”“Really.”“I have the physical strength equal to a hundred humans, Ali. That’s what I meant.”“I know. I was just teasing,” I said.“Huh. Stop trying to distract me.”Resigning myself to the inevitable, I cuddled up to him as I thought about how to begin.Half my hesitation comes from the fact that I still couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened a few hours ago. I’ve always wanted to know how it would feel to kiss someone and touch someone and be so intimate—withou