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
Drunk people were troublesome.Normally, Jester would not have cared if someone were to get drunk in front of him. He would not stop them, nor encourage them, and he definitely would not help them sober up—unless it was someone he personally knew. There were very few people from whom Jester would accept an invitation to go drinking with, and not a single one of them would get drunk on a half-bottle of wine.Alisa was apparently the exception.She had been so angry, she wasn’t thinking straight. That was how Jester would explain why she went to the mini fridge in their bedroom—it wasn’t until Jester saw his bags at the foot of the bed that it hit him that they were actually sharing a bedroom—and pulled out a bottle of wine, even knowing she was a light-weight. She poured herself a glass, tossed it down her throat, and repeated the process. Thrice. By the fourth glass, Jester decided to intervene—Alisa was red in the face and the reverberations of her intoxicated senses and messy emotio
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