What do you think Cordy is planning? And do you think it is a good idea...?
[Cordelia]I love my husband, but sometimes he can be a bit of a bully. "Atlas, darling," I text. "Why do you have paramilitary officers guarding my townhouse?"It takes only a few seconds for a reply. "You know why. No details on the phone," short and to the point, yet cryptic and vague simultaneously. Damn it, Atlas!"Am I not allowed to go on a walk without one? Must one watch me at all times?" I demand, gritting aloud through clenched teeth as I type to the amusement of my security detail whose lips quirk just slightly."2," is all he says in return. Strike two? Then it hits me. He's listing the number of times I've been kidnapped in the last year.Grumbling I close my phone. "Shall we, " the security officer smiles, his hand held out to indicate I follow him out the open door."Just let me pretend to be alone," I instruct the young man who has introduced himself as Jake. He's only a little taller than me, but underneath his well-tailored jacket is a gun and enough powerful musc
[Cordelia]Pausing, I hold my breath and listen. Jake looks puzzled, as he does the same, mirroring my behavior. Nothing, the hall is silent. "Miss," the receptionist calls after me. "I didn't get your name?"Smiling brightly, I shook my head. "Never mind, I think I'm going to look elsewhere. Merci beaucoup!""Merci, Madam." She waved after me, her smile wide and frozen, pulling her face tight like a doll's. Once we're outside and a few blocks away, I take a deep breath, my hands shaking. That was bold. Stupid. If Atlas knew..."Please," I look over at my bodyguard. "Do not tell my husband."Raising an eyebrow in disbelief he shakes his head. "I have to report everything, Mrs. Steele." Sighing I realize he's right. Besides, I promised Atlas that we would have no more secrets between us. After Magnus forced me to lie for months about Jasper, I know that if I lie about this now, it could be very harmful to our marriage. And I don't want that. Not after regaining his trust. "Tell m
[Cordelia}"You!" I hiss glaring at the woman on the other side of the doorway. "Why on Earth are you here?""Good evening, Cordelia," Suzanna Steele grins pleasantly, not responding to my question. Her purposeful movements suggest that she is expected and welcome here, and as I move out of the way, the feeling of betrayal seeps into my heart. I will have more than a few questions for my mother later. She's been very mysterious lately.Standing behind her is a shy young man who looks down at his feet. He is tall, dark, and extremely handsome with his bright blue eyes and strong shoulders. I've never seen him before, but he seems to know both Suzanna and my mother. As soon as he reaches Christine Delaroux, she wraps him in her embrace, kissing him gently on the cheek. "Oh good, our guests are here," my traitorous mother holds open her arms in welcome to Suzanna and I cringe inwardly as they air-kiss each other's cheeks. "Sasha, Suzanna, thank you for making it here on such short noti
[Cordelia]"Before you ask again," she removes her scarf revealing her scarred face. "Yes, I am the real Suzanna Steele."She lets that statement stand-alone, giving me a chance to accept and process my words."But...""Oh, the comb," she grinned. "Yes, I recognized it but the thing is...I wasn't sure if I could trust you. Magnus has a way of digging his claws into people, loyal people, and forcing them to behave against their better judgment. I needed to make sure you weren't under his sway. To be honest, part of me was not convinced at the time you fell over the edge of the boat.""Fell," I snap. "You pushed."The corners of her eyes crinkled, as she closed her eyes remorsefully. "It wasn't my intention. I was trying to startle you, not kill you. I needed to test you, but I'd never take a mother from her children," she looks down at the table sadly, "Nor a wife from her husband."Her words sound sincere, but were her intentions that pure?"Maybe if I tell you a bit more about who I a
[Cordelia]"Prove it? How?" "How much did Jude tell you about the seven families?" Suzanna inquires as my mother reenters the room. She sits beside Suzanna and pats her arm encouragingly, "And Magnus." "He thinks he's some kind of immortal," I laugh waiting for them to join in.The room slowly falls silent as the two ladies wait."You can't mean to say you believe that," I look at my mother. "That's not real. That can't be real.""I don't know about immortal," Suzanna confirms, "but he is impossibly old. I remember him from when I was a little girl and he's always looked the same. I don't think anyone has ever seen him as a young man." She then goes on to describe how her own father researched Magnus and watched him over time. "The first time I saw him he looks exactly as he does now, and that was 45 years ago. If anything, he looks a little younger." "Good plastic surgery, therapy, and a personal trainer," I list off, shrugging. "I'm still waiting for you to show or say something t
[Cordelia]"You do understand that you are the only one of us who can do this," Suzanna's eyes sparkle with excitement as if this is all just a big caper for her and not the life and death of her entire family. "You are the right age, and as a Devaroux, they will want you even more. They say their school is open to anyone who applies as long as you add yourself to the list. They don't tell you they screen that list for certain families.""How would they know if I were a member of one of those families? People get last names for all sorts of reasons." I think of my own situation. I was once Cordelia Greyson, even though I don't have a drop of Greyson blood. "They also do a DNA test," Suzanna continues. She tells us about their lengthy admittance procedure and how once your name is approved from the list, they bring you in for their "prescreening process." "You carry more than one primary line in your DNA. They'll want to see what you can do.""Wouldn't enrolling me in the school set
[Cordelia]We make a pact that night. Working together we will make Magnus suffer for all the harm he's caused not only to our family but families around the world--countless unknown cousins who have committed no crime except to have a unique flaw in their DNA. When I wake the next morning, Sasha is already gone. He got the call this morning that his employment application had been approved and that he was needed immediately to process his paperwork under a false identity Suzanna had provided. Steeling myself, I kiss my son goodbye and leave him in the loving care of his grannies, who both begin doting on him from the moment he wakes up.Even as I wave goodbye, he is already engrossed in a game of peek-a-boo with his "Gamma Kissie" while his "Gamma Zanna" makes him oatmeal. It's all too much. But there is no such thing as too much love, and a bit of the ice in my heart melts when I see how much Suzanna genuinely loves my son. He'll be safe with them. They're tougher than they look.
[Atlas]Clark and I decided to grab drinks at a local pub after seeing Cordelia off to Vancouver. He asked me why I was on the phone and when I told him he laughed. "You sent special ops to watch your wife," he snorts. "Jesus, Atlas! You're sending her to another country. You think maybe you're being a little overprotective?""Have you met my wife?" I raise an eyebrow. "Even if she doesn't always seek trouble, trouble often seeks her."She should be safe there, but just in case, I have arranged for a full security detail to watch over her. She tends to get herself into unnecessary trouble. I love my wife more than air and sunlight, but that woman is insufferable. After a few drinks, we both head back to the boat. Clark is miserable. He sent his girls away, and now seems unmoored, wandering without an anchor. "We should continue searching for the cure," he insists, wanting to leave this island as quickly as we can. "We need it for the kids. We don't need to get mixed up with whatever