[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
[Clark]My sleep was plagued with dreams, each scenario worse than the one before. In one dream, I saw what would happen if we didn't try to stop Magnus and just walked away. And it chilled me to the core. I was standing in a field of bodies, burning piles of flesh after a virus ripped through the world. The worst pandemic in human history, even worse than the bubonic plague. The bodies left behind were not only highly contagious but twisted and warped. It was a new kind of bioweapon, one that targeted the DNA, not just the immune system. And when it found what it wanted, it created monsters. Any doubts I had about stopping Magnus disappeared. What would be the point of finding a cure for my family if everyone else died? When I woke in the middle of the night covered in sweat, I got right to work gathering what we'd need to make this operation a success. I had my drones tuned and shipped overexpress and contacted our security detail, the ones that had not been sent to guard Cordy,
[Jude]Delilah took me back to her hotel, disguised as one of her security detail. When I suggested I just continue in this role, rather than pretend to be her date at the wedding, she eventually agreed that it made more sense. "Dad would be suspicious if I suddenly showed up with you at the wedding, especially since you're supposed to be dead." She points out as she twists her lips in concentration. "We'll need to find some way to disguise you. When she returned, she had a small team of hairdressers and stylists. By the time they were all done with me, I looked like a completely different person. They shaved my hair, lightened my eyebrows, and re-contoured my face. A few small prosthetics and glue-on facial hair later, I don't think my mother would recognize me. "Last touch," she pulls out some colored contacts and I put them in, replacing my usual golden hazel eyes with bright blue. "If anyone asks, your name is Jason," she instructs as she hands me a copy of her itinerary. "Just
[Jude]She doesn't recognize me. The love of my life, a woman I'd burn the world for doesn't know my face. "So my sister said you are a friend of hers. Are you staying for the wedding?"Is this real? Does she not recognize me? "Angelica, it's me, Jude."She tilts her head to the side and stares. "I used to know someone by that name...I think. It sounds familiar. Did we meet at one of the mixers last week?"My heart sinks."No Angelica," my small smile falters, "We met at a nightclub. It was a rainy night." I began relaying the moment I first saw her. I was a medical student, almost done with school, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "You came up to me and bought me a drink."She shakes her head sadly. "I've never been in a nightclub. Magnus would never allow that." She turns back to her mirror and grabs her lipstick, dismissing me. "You must be mistaken. Maybe you met one of my sisters. Sydney perhaps?"Cringing, I turn my head. Does she know about Sydney and me?
[Delilah]Angelica was a mess when I entered the room. Whatever Jude had said or done broke through the fragile shell of her concept of identity. Her grasp of reality has always been a bit tentative, but since coming back this time, she is often lost in a fog, not knowing what is real life and what is fantasy. Magnus really twisted her mind when he saved her from death. He needed her to be someone he could control, someone malleable. But going against someone's true nature is impossible. Angelica is still Angelica, even when she's Angel. "Who was that?" she demanded as soon as she saw me walk through the door. "That man?"She is holding a crystal vase in her hand. If it had been anyone other than me who walked through that door, she would have thrown it. Her confusion comes with an angry streak.Sadly, she trusts me to tell her the truth, so she hasn't harmed me...yet."Did he hurt you?" I take a fearless step forward, my arms outstretched as I move forward to hug her. She opens he
[Delilah]"Good, well I'm glad you like him," I wink. "I hope we'll get to see more of him." "Me too," she blushes, looking down at her hands. Interesting. I wonder if part of her still remembers Jude. From what I've learned, she loved him fiercely, enough to defy Magnus. As I leave the room, I hear my father's smooth, deep voice questioning one of the guards. When I turn the corner, I see him berating Jude, staring him down, demanding his credentials."Ah shit," I murmur, realizing I had forgotten to send his false credentials to Magnus' PA. My heels clatter as I rush forward, closing the gap between us. The two men look up from their discussion. "Oh Father, I see you met Mr. Summers!" I chuckle casually as I try to hide my anxiety. "Mr. Summers?" Magnus' brow furrows. "I don't remember approving a new guard.""Oh, he's someone I've been interviewing to manage Angel," I smile sweetly. "I had a feeling Tracy wouldn't last long. I'll send his credentials to Margot immediately," I p
[Cordelia]No phone. No way to let anyone know I'm in trouble. And no way to escape. "This was a terrible idea," I murmur under my breath so that my handler doesn't hear me. As this is my first day, they assigned me someone to help me make it to all of my classes. I think it is probably because I threw a bit of a fit when I realized they weren't going to let me leave. "But I'm a mother, and you took my phone. My son is at home with his grandparents. I need to let them know when I'll be home." I thought the administrators would have let me go until one of them pointed to something on my chart, nudging the others and nodding. "Sorry, Mrs. Steele. We need you to stay here and be 100% focused on your studies." His voice sounds concerned, but his eyes are blank and cold. There is nothing I can say that will sway him. "When you signed the contract, you agreed to our living situation," he explains, "Your admittance counselor surely went over all of this with you beforehand."When I tried
[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
[Jude]Opening the door, I push back the clinician waiting for Angelica to rise. The poor man looks lost, most likely expecting Angel to greet him and not a gruff guard in black."Excuse me," he calls out as I walk down the hall. I don't owe him any excuses or explanations. I'm her bodyguard. I can be seen coming and going from her room. Besides, I don't have time for niceties. I'm already late reporting to work. The guards all bunk together in a large room on the basement level. There are beds and a shared shower as well as a kitchen so that we don't disturb the rest of the house as we take care of our daily necessities. There weren't any free bunks when I arrived, so I sleep on a camping bed on the floor. As I march down there, the leader of the group raises his eyebrow. He can tell by the unused state of my sleeping area that I haven't been back to rest."Late night?" he questions me as I walk down the stairs, "Whoever she was, she better be worth it." He smirks. "Mr. Fisher will