If you were Cordelia, would you meet with him ?
[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
[Cordelia]"Are you insane?" I scoff. "First this story, which is very hard to believe, and now you're asking me to betray my family by going behind their back so that you can go on some selfish quest to chase after a baby that might not even be yours?""Cordelia, I thought you understood...I thought..." he sputters, his face growing red with frustration. "The evidence is all here, why can't you see the truth?"He can't seriously mean what he is saying. He's a man of science, and yet he's trying to convince me that Magnus isn't just some type of sociopath, but an actual monster."I'm sorry, Jude, I feel for you, I really do," I say honestly. "But even if I do sympathize with your situation, I can't risk betraying my family just because you have a..." I wave my hands at the papers on the table, "...theory." "What about a key to one of the power boats? I can go by myself, I can get there and...""You'd be a sitting duck!" I scoff. "That boat doesn't have enough fuel to get you to Hawai
[Clark] I didn't realize I had forgotten my keys inside the suite until I came to the room and realized I was locked out. "Tilly," I'm sure she's in there. After trying earlier, I looked everywhere and couldn't find her. "Matilda, darling, I know you're in there. You need to talk to me." A quiet sob confirms my suspicion. She's not only inside, she's decided to lock me out. "Go away, you jerk.""I know you're upset and I'm sorry for hurting you but...""You're a lying jackass!" Something hits the door with a thunk. A shoe by the sound of it.Jude rushes past me in the hallway, a large file folder in his hands. He's determined on his path, moving with quick, clipped steps. I don't think he even sees me standing there as he passes. Something is up with him. Maybe I should follow him?"You told me our wedding would be special and magical," she sobs. "But you just wanted good press!" My heart clenches. "It's not like that, Tilly. I want to marry you. I've been trying to get you to mar
[Clark]I ease my way into the room and close it behind us. She says something cocky about not being Mrs. Steele yet, and I smile. If she's joking with me, it's a good sign that she's halfway to forgiving me. "How can I make this up to you?" I place my hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. "How can I make this better?""You can't," she huffs, defiant. "You ruined my wedding day." Her lip trembles and I want to kiss away her pain, but I know she'd rather be heard now than seduced. "No, that's not exactly right or fair. Magnus ruined it. Again. That bastard ruins everything."I pull her into my arms and hold her to my chest. "We can still have a beautiful day. So what if the press won't care? Maybe that's for the best. I should have never tried to turn our wedding into a press opportunity in the first place.""Press opportunity?" she huffs, "You mean publicity stunt."I twist my lips but do not correct her. There's no use when she's in this kind of mood. "So what are you going to d
[Atlas]Cordelia has never been good about taking care of herself or using good judgment regarding her safety. I know she is a grown woman now, turning 26 this year, but in my mind, I'll always see the 19-year-old girl he was at my engagement to her sister--sweet, quiet, and a little bit careless with that big heart of hers. Remembering how young and sometimes clueless she can be makes me want to keep her locked up in our bedroom, never leaving, always there so I know she is safe.She's matured a lot in the last two years. She hasn't had much choice. Our divorce, and then everything that happened after including starting her life over twice, building two businesses from nothing, you'd think she'd have learned a few lessons.Especially when it comes to Jude. For some reason, she has an especially large and fairly infuriating blindspot when it comes to that man. But I really can't blame her for falling into his trap this time--he had us all fooled. The letter he left in her place wrin
[Atlas]Yanking the note from my hands, Clark immediately frowns. "Jude," he grumbles sounding at least as irritated as I feel. "Jerk had to write the note in code! Who does that?""An insane person," I throw my hands up in exasperation. "A madman that we decided to trust for god knows why and now he's in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with my wife!"Clark huffs under his breath about Jude being a serious prick as he takes a moment to read over the note. His fingers brush over the letters slowly, as he begins pointing out a few key details. "The only word not encoded is Cordelia's name. We can use that as an anchor. This cipher is likely much easier than it looks. Just give me a couple of minutes." Taking the letter, he slams the door behind him, disappearing, leaving me alone in the hallway. A few minutes later he's dressed, and so is Tilly. She looks even worse than he does, not having bothered to even run a brush through her hair, her mumu barely covering her bulging belly as sh
[Clark]Not again, damn it! We lost Cordy again! My heart racing, I try to hide the fear I'm feeling but Tilly sees it. Looking at her eyes I know she's feeling it as well. Cordy is her best friend in the world. And my first crush. Working next to Tilly, watching her as she puzzled through the code with me made my heart swell with love and pride. This beautiful, intelligent woman is the mother of my daughters. As much as I will always love Cordy, the one thing I am the most grateful for is that infatuation led me to find this perfect woman. As soon as we crack the code, I am ready to race from the room. Tilly squeezes my hand to calm me as Atlas' brain catches up to our conclusion. I can see the location clearly in my mind. I know where we'll find her, and I know where he wants to go. The map is wrong. It isn't empty water. I'm not sure how I know this, but I see a jungled paradise clearly in my mind with a building hidden deep in the canopy. My head hurts at the fading vision, som
[Atlas] My heart seizes as I feel a sudden stab of pain. I can't see straight, my world spins as my heart skips a beat and for a moment I feel like I'm dying. "Cordelia will be fine," I take a deep breath with my hands over my head as I lean against a wall. This isn't the first panic attack I've ever had, but it has been a very long time. The first time was when my parents died. It happened again the day I learned Angelica was "dead." "She isn't dead," I swear to myself. I won't let her be dead. "I'd know if she were dead." And I believe that. My heart would stop beating as soon as hers did because she is my heart—she and Jasper and that new little angel growing within her. The Captain got straight to work. It isn't enough to just turn a key and release the controls to change course, there are other elements to moving a boat like this, especially at the rapid rate we want to move her in. Things could go wrong, engines could fail. Waiting for the first mate to arrive so that
[Cordelia] Today is our 20th second anniversary. We've lost count of the first one, forgetting it entirely as a moment of sadness. Instead, we honor the day when we took our vows and meant them, 7 years later in Napa. Usually, we leave Los Angeles and take the week for just the two of us. Even after two decades, we haven't lost our hunger for one another and I look forward to our time away where we can just be two people together and in love. But this year, my husband is feeling a bit nostalgic. This is why I'm in the lobby of the Steele Hotel and Resort, recreating a memory I wish I could forget. When he sent me the cryptic text this afternoon, I confess I was more than a little bit confused. Why, of all places, would he want me to meet him there? At least this time I'm not wearing a hoodie with a dress tucked into a pair of loose sweats. And while my face is covered with large sunglasses, it's more to protect my identity and not draw too much attention. I am far too recogniza
[Clark] "Come on. Dad!" My daughters pull me along by my arms. I've never been able to deny them anything they wanted but tonight they are asking too much. "It's only a blind date!" "Girls," I admonish, "What have I said, I'm not ready to let someone new into my heart. Your mother was more than enough for me." Cassie stares up at me with her starlight eyes, as deep and black as her mother's, and doesn't relent. "You promised you'd let us have anything we want for our birthday. Grandma helped us pick her out. You have to try, Dad. For us!" "Grandma Suzanna or Grandma Jenny?" I grump, "Who do I need to send a thank you note." "Both!" the girls giggle. "You owe us, Dad," Cassie counters. Her red curls bounce as she stomps her foot. "Do you know how weird it is to look on a DATING AP for potential girlfriends for our father? It's so gross. You should be grateful" "Yeah," Maddie chimes in, swinging her hair over her shoulder as she twists her lips just like Tilly used to, her hand
[Jude]If the universe were fair, I wouldn't have lived to see today. If karma took her toll, I wouldn't be friends with Clark and Atlas Steele, our children growing up side by side. Once the shadow of Magnus was lifted from our shoulders, and Angelica and I were finally able to go about our lives the way we always should have been able to do, It became easier to make good with my life. Angelica and I were married shortly after Mathilda's funeral. It was a small ceremony on the family medical boat, just before the two of us set sail with our daughters, Melanie and Veronica. When the DNA showed that they were indeed my children, and NOT Magnus', that his experiment had never stuck, it was easy to adopt them. In their mind, Angelica is their mother. When they are old enough, we'll tell them the truth about Aunt Sydney, but for now, we are sparing them the burden of her insanity.And we give them love, all the love of a couple who has always wanted children of their own.Angelica, it tu
[Cordelia]15 hours later I place my feet back in LA for the first time in 6 months. We have been gone for so long that I had forgotten how loud it is, or how oppressively hot it can be in summer. Clark met us at the runway alone, the girls with their grandparents. "I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to drive you home. We could have sent a driver but," he explains, "I wanted to be the one to welcome you home." He does his best to smile, but as his melancholy grin drifts to how I hold on to my husband's hand, I can see how much this is costing him. "I'm glad it was you," I reach forward to give him a hug. "Thank you." Atlas, who has been receiving a slew of messages from Theo as soon as we landed, asks to be dropped off at the new Steele Industries building. "Looks like they need me," he apologizes, kissing my hand. "I'll make it up to you tonight," he whispers in my ear and I shiver in anticipation. "I'm going to hold you to that," I whisper discretely in his ear, trying to be mi
[Cordelia]The rest of that day went by in a blur. I insisted we rush back to the compound even though everyone had received the news that Tilly was gone. I couldn't believe it. My mind couldn't process the possibility of a world without Mathilda Madison. She wasn't just my best friend, she was my sister. So I couldn't let her go. Clark was distraught. He and Tilly took a while to find one another, and when they did finally make the right connection, they fell for one another hard. It was beautiful watching my two best friends fall in love--they were perfect for one another. But not all stories end with a happily ever after. That was a hard lesson for me to learn as well. I wanted nothing more than to watch Tilly raise her daughters. When we made it back an hour later, her body had already been collected. I had wanted to see her, to give it a chance to see if I could have brought her back: just one touch, one spark. I was convinced that I could have been the one to save her. The
[Sydney]Why can't they just let me die? It would be so easy, I'm already cut and bleeding. Why bother with the IVs and the monitors? It doesn't matter anymore. Did it ever matter?My entire existence has been a fraud. If my hands were free I'd count the ways on my fingertips all the ways I've been lied to and used.A madman altered my DNA and injected me into the wrong mother. I was raised believing I was special only to discover I was the offspring of my enemy. The man of my dreams was married to the daughter my mother was supposed to have, and I was just a cheap copy of the woman he once loved, my genetic twin, Angelica. Was this life ever really mine to begin with? Even now they aren't honoring my desire to die. "She needs more blood," the doctor announces over my head, her clear voice cutting through the din of the operating room chatter. "Her blood pressure has dropped to dangerous levels. We can't use the anesthesia. She'll need to be awake for the procedure."Procedure?"I d
[Clark]The dissection of Magnus' brain was one of the most intensely fascinating and uniquely horrifying things I have ever experienced. Using my computer to guide the charge, we attached wires to his brain, fed through a divide that my mother had retrieved from her vault. "This will disrupt his signal. It will keep him from making a full memory transfer. Hopefully whomever he's jumped into will have a fighting chance." Everything my mother has said since I volunteered for this task has sounded like something from a science fiction movie. The duplicates we had seen in Delilah's footage of her father's secret lab were all designed to hold Magnus's memories in an artificial extension of his life. Not all of them looked like his current body, as often it was useful for him to become someone entirely different for spying purposes. "Is this how he always seemed to know everything?" I ask aloud. We had wondered how he managed to get around all of our codes, to find ways to learn about wh
[Cordelia]"Wally?" Holding my hand above his head, I pause, hesitating. Just a moment before I was about to take this man's life without even the smallest shred of remorse. It was necessary to protect my family. My children and my husband. "Cordelia," He blinks, his eyes roving my face and the surroundings like a caged animal. Licking his dry, salty lips, his body is otherwise completely still. "I don't have much time. He's fighting me...I..."Wally's muscles spasm, shaking Atlas as well as he holds him in place. Closing his eyes, his body stills, as if the effort of keeping still is so great that he cannot do anything else at the same time. He whispers something that I can't quite make out, so I lean in, trying to capture his words.As my hair brushes his cheek, he repeats himself. "You need to end this, Cordelia. Don't let him escape to harm another. His other mind is gone, Suzanna saw to it, but he can still jump to someone else.""Wally, what are you saying," I shake my head. "No
[Cordelia]Atlas and I raced down the hall to the exit, soldiers moving out of our way as we passed, nobody bothering to stop us as my husband's icy glare and dominant aura kept them pinned in place. Magnus is dead and I have never been more terrified in my life. The door to the outside pushes open and we are instantly blinded by the overhead sunshine that covers the beach with an oddly bright gray that stings the eyes. It is warmer than it had been earlier, the wind having died down, trapping the moisture of impending rain, held in place by the gathering storm. "Jasper," I call out gently, scanning the beach. "Wally?""Atlas do you see Jasper?" I grab my husband's arm. His pulse is rapid beneath my fingertips as we move forward as one and find the abandoned picnic blanket and Jasper's little galoshes next to a much larger pair. "Wally!" I scream out towards the waves and find him standing in the water, at the far edge of the beach. There is no sign of my son. None. It's as if the