I thought Cordelia could use a break from all the drama. Now we just need to find the rest of the cure. It looks like the Steele family is getting ready to go on a little vacation... Thank you all for your continued support! More chapters uploading soon.
[Sydney]Magnus was livid as he watched the scene unfold on camera. Henri and I held back, hiding in the kitchen as he watched Cordelia condemn him on screen in a constant repeat. Her collapse in front of her house over the stress of her loss has brought national attention to what is happening at Fisher Pharmaceuticals.Now the government is getting involved. The FDA and the CDC have already asked for private meetings with Magnus to go over the parameters of his new "miracle cure." The problem is, we don't have one. Our initial tests are showing it to be ineffective. After having his specialists go over the instructions and formulation with a fine-tooth comb, the treatment was determined to be ineffective, although harmless. A placebo. Delilah either messed up or is deceiving us intentionally. But we didn't get this news until AFTER he had announced his version of the cure. The only consolation was that we hadn't entered the major trial or mass production stages yet. We haven't figur
[Cordelia]The healing powers of a mother's kisses cannot be overestimated. As Jasper and I slept side by side, both of us slowly recovered. The aches and pains that made me fear miscarriage ended and his breathing, which had been so labored, finally evened out. He doesn't sound quite healthy, but his eyes have regained some of their sparkle. While my son and I spend time reconnecting, I can hear the men in the corner arguing about what to do next. I hate it when they talk about me like I'm not in the room. "You just said it yourself," Atlas snaps at Jude, his finger pointed in the center of the other man's chest. "He's stabilized. He doesn't need the ventilator, he doesn't even need the oxygen." "Yes but, that doesn't mean he won't relapse," Jude cautions looking over at the both of us. "He's healthy now, but I wouldn't want to risk his safety in the long run. He needs to be back at the facility." "But what about Cordelia?" Atlas demands. "It'll be too risky having her go back an
[Tilly]Clark is buzzing around the condo, looking for odds and ends, trying to find anything that connects him back to his mother. At first, I thought it might be a way for him to feel closer to her, to pass a bit of her down to his daughters. But no. It's all part of an elaborate treasure hunt, an adventure that we are all about to embark on whether we want to or not. "But Clark," I protest. "We can't go out onto the open ocean when I'm 39 weeks pregnant with twins." I can't believe he's even suggesting it. I'm terrified, but he's bouncing on the tips of his toes as he digs through boxes. "What if there are complications? What if something were to go wrong while we're on our way to the South Pacific.""I'm more afraid that something will go wrong if we stay here," he confesses, looking over his shoulder at me, his glasses sliding down his nose as he wipes his sweaty brow. "Magnus is an unpredictible menace. It's only a matter of time before he finds Jude and the facility. OR befo
[Cordelia]Tilly didn't look very happy or very comfortable as she crossed the gangplank onto the giant medical boat. The rocky waves didn't help much either, forcing her to choose between clutching the railing or her twin-swollen belly. Rushing forward, I guide her the rest of the way on deck and she falls into my arms. "Cordy," she gasps, out of breath. "Are we there yet?"I laugh as take her below decks to the medical facilities. She is pleasantly surprised by the cutting-edge birthing studio that was also included. "We also have an OBGYN and a full staff of nurse-midwives onboard with us until we get to at least Hawaii," I promise her. "So if you deliver before we make it to the big island, you should be fine. When is your due date again?""9 days," she winces. "But considering it's twins, any minute now. Although with the family lung problems, they want these babies to cook as long as possible." I give her a rundown of our "cruise" along with our planned itinerary. We are prepar
[Cordelia]We make a brief stop in San Diego for some supplies. Tilly plans to modify a dress to fit over her very expansive belly and has us pick up a sewing machine as well.We offer to wait and have it altered, but she shakes her head. "I wouldn't trust anyone else to do this properly. Besides, I'm quick. We can keep sailing and I can have it done before we make dock in Ensenada." Stopping in Mexico had not been part of the original plan. Atlas and Clark spend much of the morning making phone calls and getting things ready for our arrival. By the time we're back on the boat, it is midday. Lunch is waiting in the gallery room, a fancy dining space with panoramic views of the ocean. Atlas' face is red as he puffs angrily in response to whatever bad news he is receiving. Closing his phone he slams it down on the table, rattling the glassware and making us all jump. "Magnus is spreading rumors again in the press," he announces. "He's blaming us for blowing up his facility. Saying it'
[Cordelia]Somehow they make the marriage between a 60-year-old man and a woman almost young enough to be his granddaughter sound like some epic romance. There is a 35-year age gap.But then again, it is Hollywood. It's not like it's uncommon. I dig a little deeper and find a P*F of the full article from a top celebrity magazine. It includes a full 8-page spread featuring a "special look" at their home. Including the nursery for their "little miracle."Tilly's reaction is one of manic laughter. "Of course!" She shakes her head as her tears turn to frenzied chuckles. "We can't even win at this game. He beat us to it. So ruining my wedding day is for nothing. We might as well turn the boat around. No need to have a pitstop in Ensenada...The wedding is off!"Tilly storms out of the room in a huff, her large belly heaving as she barely makes the corner. I hope she's off to her room for a much-needed nap. I'll talk to her again after she's had food, rest, and a chance to think. We still ha
[Cordelia]"Yours?" I ask cautiously. "You and Sydney...?"The air was heavy with silence as we all waited for Jude to explain. "I was lonely and she was willing," There is no shame in his expression or embarrassment as he discusses his relationship with a girl who was a younger copy of his lost love. "Seeing her with Jasper made me think of...well it doesn't matter."Atlas looks down at his shoes for a moment. If anyone knows what it feels like to cling to Sydney because he is reminded of Angelica, it is him. "I had planned to sneak her out too, but when I realized she was deceiving me and leading us straight to Magnus, I let her think I was dead. "Oh Jude," I find myself empathizing with this man who has created so much chaos in the life of my family. "Don't pity me," he places a hand on my shoulder, "Please. I knew I couldn't trust her, and yet part of me kept hoping that she'd make a better choice." He takes another look at the article, his lips downturned. "But how do you even
[Jude]Magnus isn't a man, he's something else. I know it sounds crazy, that nobody believes me, but it is the only explanation that makes sense when you've looked at all the evidence. Humans age. They die. They can successfully mate with other humans. Therefore Magnus cannot be human. I would love to get him in my lab to test his vitals after several experiments, to see what really beats inside his chest, but that would technically be against the law and immoral. Unless he's immortal. That's a terrifying thought. I wonder if immortals are actually immortal or just hard to kill. If I were to cut his head off and place it in a jar, would it still be alive, blinking at me?"What a delightful idea," I smirk as I flip through the pages of the file I just printed for Cordelia. I need to convince her that I'm right about this. I need an ally. Cordelia is the only person on this ship who once trusted and believed in me. This has to work. I need to save Sydney. I need to save my son. Cor