[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
[Clark]Atlas comes around the table and lets me lean against him as I cry. I feel guilty, falling apart like this while he's so worried about Cordelia. I'm worried about her too, but right now my family is on the bottom deck suffering. Dying. "So much blood," I repeat, unable to shake the vision of her lying on that bed, drained of color as blood and other fluids continued to flow from between her legs. I know she wanted to rush the babies along, but I can't help but blame myself for yesterday afternoon and the emotions that led to her need for comfort. If we hadn't made love, would she be dying now? If we had just waited until we were close to a real hospital, would I be praying for her and my girls like I am right now?She's right, I am selfish. I wanted to give our family something to cheer about and show the world we are powerful and not broken from everything that has happened, and in doing so I broke my love's happiness. She deserves a dream wedding, not a rushed elopement th
[Atlas]Clark draws our attention to something reflecting the light on the surface of the water. A member of the crew sends down a net and brings it to the surface.The aluminum casing of the item shines brightly in the sunlight and I blink. It takes me a moment to recognize it as my eyes adjust. It's just an empty water bottle. In any other circumstance, I'd just dismiss it as old sea-trash. But as I rotate it in my hands I realize how big a mistake that would be. The logo for Steele Industries is engraved on the side. This water bottle came from this ship, a ship that has not sailed these waters in 25 years. Clark reaches forward and takes the bottle in his hands. His eyes closed, he rotates it, feeling it with his fingertips as he makes his own observations. "Jude threw this overboard. He's going through the water rapidly," His voice is rasping and quiet, sounding like they are coming from far away. "We need to hurry. Cordy is hurt. We are running out of time.We all stand there
[Cordelia]The sun shines in my eyes as I blink awake, my head pounding, each small stroke of the boat sounding a bit like a wet drum hitting the side of my head. Wait, stroke? We're moving again. Jude must have found a way to keep going to wherever the hell it was he wanted to go. I hope we get there soon, preferably before I need to vomit over the side. While I was knocked out by whatever Jude had given me, he had somehow managed to maneuver the boat onto another course. Jude's shoulder and arm muscles are impressive as he uses a large paddle to move the small boat forward, his skin tanning darker in the noonday sun. I want to demand to know what was in that shot that he gave me, why every muscle in my body still screams in pain, but I can't do more than open and shut my mouth uselessly. My mouth is so dry that it feels cracked, the inside of my throat is without even a hint of moisture. I am so thoroughly dehydrated that I can't swallow.Trying to talk, I make a strange dry raspi