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[Clark]I am glad that I have Clark here with me because once we are done eating, I realize I've had about four beers too many. I lost count somewhere between me discussing how I fell in love with my fiancee on accident, and how delicious her legs look in a thong. I probably shouldn't have told him that second part, but I couldn't help it. I was thinking about Malibu.Everything was fine before Malibu. I was in a delightful state of forgetful denial, where I could pretend that I didn't know the taste of her lips or the way her eyes flutter every time she finds her pleasure. Atlas didn't seem to mind, but that might have more to do with how he switched to scotch about three drinks in. We both know that we need to work hard to win our way back into Tilly and Cordy's hearts, but we have no clue where to start. "I know!" I suggest. "We can say the contest is now in Australia and ship Sydney off in a crate," I laugh. "Then, if anyone asks where Sydney has gone, we can say she's in Austra
[Cordelia]Atlas and Clark can barely remain standing as they lean on one another completely drunk in the middle of the day. They smell about as good as they look, which is not good at all considering that with their clothing rumpled and their faces red with drink, they look like two out-of-work businessmen who have just scrapped themselves out of a gutter."I see you two have been enjoying yourselves," I prickle, disgusted at their display. "Are you two insane? Are you trying to cause more problems with the press?"The brothers look at one another but are so drunk they have fallen into a silly mood. As their noses almost touch, they start snorting, falling over one another as they chuckle. "We only had a little bit to drink," Atlas lies as he folds over and belches. Based on the wet quality of the sounds coming from his mouth, I take a step back. These are new shoes, I'd hate for them to be covered in vomit. "That was a mistake," he grumbles, still bent over. "Why are you two here?
[Cordelia]I feel oddly protective of the Steele boys as I step out of the car and stand between them and the woman I always thought of as my sister. Maybe it is because they are so vulnerable right now. Maybe it is because I care for them both and want to keep them safe. "Angelica." I stand between her and them. "Why are you here?""To talk to you," she looks at me specifically. "About Sydney and what we should do."Laughter that is both hard and cruel springs from my lips in a fountain. Angelica flinches at the sound and I watch as her whole demeanor changes from one of confidence to one of unsureity.Normally I'd feel guilty about creating such a strong reaction in anyone, especially in someone I once believed loved me. But I've had a long hard day of disappointment and heartbreak. I have nothing left to give. Because if I'm not laughing I'll start crying. And I cannot afford to be weak right now. "Can we please just go inside," she insists, looking at Atlas and Clark to back her
Kneeling to her level so that we can meet eye to eye, I let the sound of her words fall to silence around us before I ask, "What about Atlas could be so dangerous that you feel fit to ruin my life?"She pales but stays resolute. "Atlas Steele is at the center of something bigger than either one of us. It's all related to his parents. Has he told you about them yet?She says that with a bit of snap in her voice as if expecting me to know nothing. "Atlas told me everything about Suzanna and Jaxson," I smile gently and marvel as confusion crosses her face. She didn't even know their names. "His Mom and Dad."The confusion is replaced by a touch of embarrassment which is masked by a bit of haughtiness. "And how they died?""You mean how they were killed but everyone assumed it was an accident?" I laugh. "If you were hoping to surprise me with that, I'm sorry, but that isn't enough to scare me away from remarrying Atlas. He has told me everything about his family, about their past. I've e
[Cordelia]"Clark, what are you doing out of bed?""I just heard everything you said," he confesses. "Does Atlas know?"Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear I wait for him to elaborate. "I'm not sure what you are talking about." "That you love him," as he takes a step forward and his eyes, red and puffy from crying, search my face as he asks. "Does he know you already see yourself as his wife again? That you want to marry him?"Holding up my hand, I show him the engagement ring. "I said yes to him. I wouldn't have done so if I didn't mean it." I sigh. "Is this because of the argument at the hospital? Even though I'm mad at him and said I needed space doesn't mean that I don't want to marry him."Is that what Atlas thinks? That I don't love him at all anymore? That I asked for space because I didn't want him anymore?Doesn't he realize that the reason it hurts me so much when he doesn't stand up for me is because I love and want him so much? "Maybe you should remind him," Clark look
[Cordelia]I was tempted to snuggle up in bed with Atlas, wait until he wakes up, and tell him exactly how I feel. But when I checked in on him and saw that he was passed out, half-dressed, and reeking of booze and sick, any temptation I had to get closer lept out the window. So instead I left him a note. "I'll be at the studio. Come find me when you're feeling better," signing it, I placed it on his nightstand. "Cordelia," Atlas groans in his sleep as he rolls over.I almost answer, but when I hear a gentle snore, I realize he is talking in his sleep. "Don't leave," he continues to mutter. "I love you. Please stay."My heart stops. He sounds so sad in his sleep. I take a few steps closer. And a few more. "Atlas." I kiss his clammy forehead. "Why did you do this to yourself? You silly, silly man." I turn to walk back to the door, but he grabs my arm. "Please, stay," he begs. "Just...let's talk." I try to explain that he needs his rest, that he is still a bit drunk, and that now
[Cordelia]"Atlas, I can see why you're nervous, but he genuinely seems to be coming from a good place. Maybe he investigated me and found out the truth, but we have no idea why. Maybe he used to work for the fertility clinic and felt guilty. Maybe he is working for one of the families and came across my information. He could be doing all of this from a positive place."Atlas considers this for a moment but then shakes his head. "I'd still feel better about things if you brought me with you next time you think about retrieving whatever is in that safety deposit box. We don't know what his motives are. It could all be part of some elaborate trap."I would say he is being paranoid, but I can understand his fear after what happened with Jude. Jude also seemed to be my friend. Am I too trusting?"Can I see the list of names," he asks cautiously. "Maybe I can have someone look into it."After I agree to show it to him tomorrow, his body relaxes and he leans into me. "You know," his breath i
[Cordelia]After a wonderful, reaffirming weekend of bliss, Atlas and I return to the business of clearing my reputation and making a name for myself in the fast-paced world of fashion. Today is the day of the photoshoot. Our contestants for the competition have been selected, five young hopefuls from LA and beyond along with Sydney and myself. Last night, Atlas and I returned home, bringing some belongings from his house and my studio, deciding that we will not live separately anymore, but start our life together moving forward. "We should have a party here," he suggests, "after the first day of shooting. It could be a housewarming party. It would be an excellent way to show our family in a soft light. Maybe if they see that the Steele family is just like any other, they may grow softer in their opinion of us." I love how he says, "us" and not "you," even though the problem with this publicity is mostly mine. Steele Industries is large enough to survive a little bad press. Cordeli
[Cordelia]Once we were airborne and free of Canadian airspace, the tension level of the passengers on the plane immediately relaxed, as if we had passed some kind of test.Even Suzanna breathed a sigh of relief when we landed in New York City. But then she does something I wasn't expecting. She dismisses most of our guards. They nod, taking her word as a commandment, leaving us with only three security members in one of the largest airports in the United States. "This next leg of our trip will be on a commercial airline," she explained as we gathered our belongings. "We will call too much attention to us with that many guards. I'm calling in some of my own for when we arrive." She replies when I question her judgment. "Magnus likely put a tracker on this plane. We need to trick him, and there's no better place than New York City. But if we continue to move in a large pack, we're bound to attract attention." "Reste près," my mother Cristine held out a hand for me to hold as she hel
[Atlas]Delilah Fisher steps around the corner in a long, silver gown, her makeup flawless, and her smile large and welcoming.She looks so much like Angelica did when I first met her that my heart stutters. I love Cordelia with my entire being, and yet a part of me still reacts to the memory of the shining girl who captured my attention almost a decade ago. But this isn't Angelica. Delilah, while beautiful and poised, lacks the immaculate grace that Angelica exuded. Each of the sisters has a unique nature that shines through, despite having almost identical faces."Atlas Steele," her heels click in the silent room as she steps into the light. "Why is it so hard for you to believe your brother? Haven't you seen enough wonders in this world yet to understand that anything can be possible?""There's no such thing as mind control," I repeat. "Believing in psychic powers is for fools.""And you pride yourself on not being one," she smirks, amused. "But a true wise man would keep his mind
[Jude]Sydney. Now that she has me under her control, I'll never be free of her. When I came to save her, I was convinced she was pregnant with my child. She had sent a distress signal to me using our private channels letting me know of her pregnancy and it was enough to get me to betray the Steele family and derail their plans to find their cure. Using what I knew about Atlas' missing mother was just a distraction.My goal had always been to claim my son.But then I discovered that beyond all logic Angelica is still alive.I should have realized this was possible and known that Magnus wouldn't give up such a valuable tool so easily. Angelica had been Magnus' toy for years before she was sent into my world. I knew he had modified her, and turned her into the perfect weapon, but I had no idea how deep those modifications went until I saw her face staring at me on that magazine cover.She shouldn't have survived that explosion. And yet here she is, unscathed, awaiting a new uterus in
[Atlas]I twist my arm away from the guard in black. His face is blank as he reaches forward again. "Don't." My voice carries forward, and although it isn't loud, it holds a note of command that makes the armed guard pause."Sir," he blinks retracting his hand. "You are trespassing. I was ordered to take you into holding." My face remains still as my voice rings out again, "You will not touch us. You have no right." The guard swallows, taking a step back, my words hitting him with the force of a slap. "We will leave," I inform him. "You will report our apologies to your boss." He nods, accepting my command. "Atlas," Clark calls my attention to our situation. Blinking I snap awake, and pull my gaze from the guard. As soon as I blink, the guard stumbles backward shaking his head in confusion, as if my words and stare alone were enough to entrap him in some kind of trance. Around the edges of my vision, I see more guards headed in our direction. If we are going to make it out of h
[Atlas]Damn it, Cordelia!"Pick up, pick up, pick up," the phone rings but nobody replies. "This number is unavailable as dialed, please try again," the message on the other end informs me as my blood pressure rises and my hands shake.A moment ago I had been talking to my wife. And then the line was dead. I sent her to Canada to keep her and our children safe, and she chose to bring herself to Magnus' attention. Sending a quick message to the guards in charge of watching over my family, I stare at my screen waiting for word of their status. "Atlas, is there anything I can do to help?"Blinking away from the screen I look up at my brother as our rented van parks a few blocks away from the luau. Our driver informs us of our arrival and waits for further instructions."I'm sorry, Clark," I close my eyes, rubbing my temples. "You were saying something?""Is everything okay?" He tries again and I groan. "No." I groan honestly. "Or at least, I hope everything is fine. Lately, it seems
[Clark]The message "Tilly SOS" flicked across the screen three times before winking out, leaving my screen blank. I open my email that I keep under an alias on a secure server. There is a single message alerting me to new information available on my server. I've used this system when working with people who needed to keep their identities safe and their messages secret. The last time I needed it was working with Jude while he was still under Magnus' watch.Even though it has been months since I used it, my fingers remember the passcodes. Soon, I'll be on the server. Two emails are waiting for me, both are from Tilly's parents. In the first message, they inform me that they have landed and are settling in their new place. It is a secure facility, surrounded by several acres of land, disconnected from the distant towns and cities. The Madisons, sparing no expense, went to extra lengths to include copious additional security.They are, after all, securing their legacy. Tilly is their o
[Cordelia]There is a loud explosion just to the right of the airplane. "What was that," I lower the phone, turning it off as I gaze out the window to see what had caused the noise. "Nothing, Ma'am," the co-pilot says over his shoulder, "Just a little turbulence.""Turbulence?" I shout back as another boom resounds just outside the passenger's cabin as a curtain goes up between the pilots and the rest of the plane, blocking our view. "But we aren't even in the air yet!""Calm yourself, Mrs. Steele," Jake, the security guard, takes his phone from my numb hand. "Sit next to your children and trust your staff to get you out of here safely. We've got this, Mrs. Steele."He almost seemed offended in my lack of faith as he types into his phone what I'm guessing is a message to Atlas to calm his nerves and let him know we are alive. "But nobody is telling me what's happening," I grumble as I buckle in next to Jasper and the little girl I've decided to call Saphira until I learn her real na
[Atlas]"What do you mean gone," I barked into the phone, my hand clenching it tight enough to hear it crunch. These new smartphones seem to get flimsier with each model. I've broken 3 in the last 6 months from anger or nerves. I love my wife, but I'm pretty sure she's going to stress me into an early grave. "Your mother created a distraction, Sir," my lead guard, Jake, apologizes over the phone, not making excuses as much as stating facts. "Mrs. Suzanna Steele arrived late last night along with a young man she called Sasha. The next morning, while your mother and Ms. Devaroux kept me distracted searching for a false threat, your wife and this young man escaped."Cordelia has always been sneaky when she needs to be, and until this point, he had been very good at keeping her from falling into mischief. I wasn't expecting my mother to be part of the problem. At least now I know where she ran off to. Her room had been empty when I returned to the boat yesterday. "Are you sure it is m
[Clark]There are things that I need to keep secret from my brother, not because I do not trust him with my secrets, but because I do not want to burden him with them.Which is why I needed to get away. Without Tilly, there is no reason for me to stay on the boat."I'll meet you later, when it's time to go to the luau," I promise Atlas as I give him a hug and take my leave. I know that I could just stay at our family hotel, but I need to be somewhere else, somewhere that nobody recognizes me. And also, I want to ensure that what I am about to do is as untraceable as possible. "Mr. Janus," the man at the front desk smiles when I hand him a wad of cash in exchange for a key card. "Enjoy you stay. Please call down if you need anything."Adjusting my sunglasses, lower the bill of my baseball cap, grab my small bag, and make my way through the other guests milling around in the hotel lobby. Located along the beach it has a spectacular view of the the ocean.And the location of tonight's