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[Cordelia]Taking a deep breath, I reach forward and clasp the hand of my dear friend. "Henri," I smile sadly. "I can't marry you. In my heart, I'm still married to him," my hand absently presses the locket to my chest. "Will you allow me at least to try and change your mind?" He shifts into businessman mode and I'm reminded of Atlas. There is a lot about Henri that reminds me of Atlas. They look completely different--Henri has black hair, brown skin, and bright green eyes whereas Atlas is blonde and fair with grey eyes--but they behave so similarly. Neither wear their hearts on their sleeve, but keep many of their emotions close to their chest. They also tend to think of relationships as business transactions. "I'm not sure that would be fair for you," I reply honestly, trying to let him down gently. "Or to me.""Let me make you an offer, a compromise," his grin increases. "Let's wait for a while, become better friends, spend the next year getting to know one another, maybe occasion
[Cordelia]After that evening with Henri, I had a lot on my mind. Some might say too much because the very next day I had another attack like the one the day before. This time my doctor was livid and so was my mother. Outvoted, I've been stuck in confinement, waiting for my little guy to make his arrival. I did receive a bit of good news today that helped brighten my mood and gave me something to look forward to. Tilly will be flying up this evening with Clark to be nearby for the first month of Jasper's life, to help me cook and clean and rest. Now we're all just waiting for Mr. Steele to make his arrival. I feel I've been pretty patient with him, but it feels like I've been pregnant forever. Dr. Andrews says that most mothers feel like this the closer they get to their due date. "Most of you will do anything to get that baby out. Bumpy roads, spicy food, lots and lots of sex."I choke on my tea. "Seriously?""Yes," she nods enthusiastically. "A good orgasm is great for speeding alo
[Cordelia]All the lights blink on all at once. My mother is there along with Tilly and Clark. Gertrude is standing by the bar next to a giant cake. There are lots of presents stacked high on a table by the door and every surface is covered with green ribbons. "Happy Baby Shower!" Tilly claps just before she rushes up to give me a big, awkward hug. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I never expected you to not return home." The sadness in her tone tugs at my heartstrings as she releases me, only to have Clark come up and give me his own big hug."How's it going, Sis," he insists on calling me, even though Atlas and I were not married when he died. "And how is little Mr. Steele?""He's fine," I pat my baby's little bottom which now sticks up pressed against my belly, "right now he is pressing up against my intestines. It's lovely," I groan as he grimaces sympathetically.The room is far more full than I'd expect. Not only the staff of Delia Devaroux are all here along with several other
[Cordelia]"I'm not dating him," this answer is mostly true. "He's just my friend," I don't mention the proposal either. Nothing is going to come from it, so it doesn't matter. "I saw the way he was looking at you, Cordelia." Clark raises an eyebrow. "Is Henri aware that you are not dating? If Atlas were here he'd...""Atlas isn't here!" I shout, crying. "He turned around and entered that damn building after I told him not to. He wasn't even able to save her, Clark. Now both of them are dead. My husband and my sister lost in the same stupid accident." I'm sobbing now as I attempt to open my door, my hand slipping several times before I manage to get the key into the lock. "Cordelia, I didn't mean...It's just hard to see and...""Right now, Clark, I don't care what you think Atlas would have wanted in this situation." I am angry now, my sadness moving into a darker, more intense emotion as I continue to cycle through my grief. "IF he wanted to keep me safe if he didn't want other peop
[Cordelia]Within minutes I was on my way to the hospital. My bag was already packed and my mother was on standby. Getting there was the easy part. The part that wasn't easy was the waiting. Whenever the heroine gives birth in a movie or on TV, it always seems the baby is in her arms only minutes after her water breaks. It rarely happens that way. You are usually stuck laboring for HOURS, and DAYS in some cases. While the water breaking might signal the start of labor, there are times that it doesn't. Like today. "If you didn't have broken waters, I'd send you home," The doctor grinned. "You must have taken ALL of my advice yesterday," she winks. "Good job." "Um, thank you," I'm not quite sure what to say while being praised for going on a walk, eating spicy pizza, and having amazingly hot fantasy dream sex with my dead husband."Did you know," the doctor helps cover me again after the examination, "That it isn't just the orgasm that helps speed the baby along, but the semen?" s
[Cordelia]Jasper is whisked away, taken by the nurses to the corner of the room where my vision is blocked by their bodies as they work on helping my son regain his breath."Dear God, please," I beg, weeping for my son. So precious, my little jasper. Not just because of the unique spark that makes him who he is, but because he is the last of Atlas left in the world. Seconds feel like hours as I wait for the sound of my son breathing. The sound of the nurses franticly working on his lungs sends a shiver through me as I remember what Atlas told me about his family and how so many of their children died.The Steele Family Curse, he had called it. His father's reason for becoming a scientist--to find a cure. "Come on, Jasper," I pray. "Stay with me."A resounding cry cuts the silence and my body releases all the tension from the moment before. Maybe my baby had somehow managed to avoid the curse. Shaking I hold out my arms, waiting for them to return him to me. As he settles next to
[The Admirer]I had to see them. If she knew I was here, hiding behind a disguise, keeping to the shadows, she would be angry. No, furious. It has been so hard being separated from her, unable to touch her, kiss her, or comfort her when she is sad. I wish there had been a better way, one where I could have taken them with me, but she needed to stay to make this believable. She needed to be far away from it all to stay safe. And even though I knew this, knew that I had to let her go, I couldn't. Last night was a mistake. I should have kept my distance. But seeing how that other man watched her, looking at her like she belonged to him, or would very soon, made my chest tighten and my heart beat faster as I forced myself to stay calm. It seems too convenient that he has appeared from nowhere to suddenly be by her side. She has only been alone for 2 months, and yet here is a handsome, wealthy new beau ready to sweep her off of her feet. I wonder if Magnus had anything to do with how
[Cordelia]Tilly and Clark spend the next two months by my side. They rented a home not far from mine and while Clark worked at home, Tilly would take me for walks and tell me how her life has changed since I moved to Canada. Mathilda Madison Designs has become a corporation of its own now, just like Steele Industries. "It's weird," she confesses. "I've had my own company for a while now, but running something so big is daunting." I ask how she and Clark are making it work, with both of them running companies of their own. She smiles. "We have to schedule a lot of our time together," she confesses. "It makes some things less romantic, but also more romantic in some ways because it means we are both willing to make the effort."She asks about my business and I tell her about the design collective. Her eyes light up when I explain how we are more of an organization of equally talented artists rather than a company with a strict hierarchy. "I'm in charge of my line, and my mother manag
[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