[Cordelia]
“Angelica,” I gasp as I let my face go slack and my eyes grow wide. “Where am I? How did I get here?”
Angelica slowly changes her own demeanor to match my own, her feline grin softening into something sweeter and less toxic. “Oh you poor sweet dear,” she coos as she takes my arm to gently guide me back towards my room. “Do you not remember where you are? You are home of course.”
“Home,” I continue to pretend. “Of course, this must be home because you are here.”
“That’s right,” her smile grows larger. “I’m here to take care of you.”
I let her tuck me into bed, pulling the covers up to my ch
[Atlas]The early morning air is cold and crisp as Clark and I wait for any sign of “The Angel.” It should have returned two days ago, but something must have delayed it. A feeling of fear and dismay has been gnawing at my nerves the longer this drags out. Something tells me Cordelia needs me, needs us. But we will be unable to do anything if we cannot find what island she is on. Our investigations have narrowed the location down to 6 potential locations either on or near Catalina Island. We tried to go to the police to help, but they couldn’t do anything until we confirmed where she was being held and that she was there under duress. Without those bits of evidence, for all they know she is just hanging around having a nice, sunny vacation. Clark taps my shoulder and points at the horizon. A smallish white boat is moving closer to the dock. As it approaches, the name Angel becomes visible on its bow. Thank God!Clark has readied a micro drone that will attach itself to the boat an
[Jude] Bright and sunny with a touch of wind, it is a perfect day to sail back to LA. Maybe if I have enough time, I can get in a nice surf before heading home. Cordelia has been a bigger challenge than I expected her to be. It seems that the only way I can keep her under control is by using a combination of drugs and hypnosis. It is a good thing we aren’t trying to save the health of her child because, with the number of narcotics we have been pumping into her system, there are likely to be some unfortunate side effects. We may even be doing her a favor by ending its life when we harvest her uterus. This last time Angelica had to tie her down to the bed. Only then were we able to administer the drug to put her in another medicinal coma until we were ready for the procedure. We aren’t trying to kill her–Angelica wants her alive to know the pain she caused us by experiencing it firsthand. “Death would be too good for her,” she told me the last time we spoke about it. I only care a
Chapter 59 [Cordelia] I wake up gasping for breath, my heart racing like someone had dunked me into a pool of ice water. I am wet from head to toe in sweat, my skin flushed and pink. I try to take a deep breath but find myself unable to stop hyperventilating. My eyes struggle to find their focus as my heart beats so rapidly and with such intensity, I can feel it pounding against my ribcage. “Try to breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth,” Angelica coaches me from beside my bed. “You aren’t dying, but you just woke up from a medically induced coma. It is normal to feel like someone hit you with a semi-truck.” “What did you do to me?” I try to say but it comes out in a garbled mess, my mouth betraying me as my tongue flops uselessly against my teeth. “Patience,” she holds out her hands in a calming manner, trying to soothe me as she goes about unbuckling my arms and legs. “It’s just the effects of the adrenaline. Give your body a few minutes to find its equilib
[Cordelia]Jude disappeared inside the building, holding my sister in his arms like a child in need of care. What is the real nature of their relationship? I she his willing accomplice, or has she been brainwashed and trapped here just as much as I have been?Is my sister still in there, waiting to be saved? And all that nonsense she was rambling about us not being real sisters, about how Jude must be wrong. It is all so confusing. I need to find help. I can't leave her here, but I also don't want to stay. Jude is a madman. Not only do his experiments sound like something out of a bad science fiction movie, but they also involve the death of me and my child. I will never forget the sight of body parts floating in jars. But I don't have time to think about any of this. I have to protect my child. And I cannot protect my child, or myself if Jude comes back out to collect me next. It takes me a moment to get to my feet, but I manage. I'm not wearing shoes or socks, so every rock of t
[Atlas]Shortly after Jude left the harbor, Clark activated the drones and tracker. Which is how we both heard that he intends to kill Cordelia. My blood ran cold. My heart stopped. I watched my entire future flash before my eyes, one where Cordelia and I raise our child together, maybe even fall in love and get remarried, fall around me like ashes. “We can’t wait,” I announce, looking over at Clark and seeing that he is thinking the same thing. “As soon as we have a location we are flying in.” I pick up my phone and order a helicopter readied ASAP. I also activate the security force we independently hired to help in the retrieval. I don’t know what we can expect on that island, but I will not risk Cordelia’s health and safety by not being ready for anything. Clark continues to diligently watch the tracker hone in on a location while I drive the van to the nearest airport. We have one, maybe two hours until he reaches the island. We are certain they are SOMEWHERE on Catalina Isl
[Cordelia]This time, when I wake to the sound of an IV beeping, I am not in the yellow room. I take a deep breath in. The slightly smoggy air coming in through the room’s window lets me know that I am no longer in the tropical hell where I have spent my last few weeks and I let my body relax. I’m in LA. I’m finally home. Slumped over in the chair next to my bed is Clark. His eyes are closed, his mouth slightly open as he sleeps. He looks tired, his face lined with worry. I listen to his gentle snores not wanting to wake him taking comfort that he is nearby. I am safe here. Clark is here. Clark will protect me. A nurse comes into the room. Seeing I’m awake, she smiles brightly as her expert hands check the fluid in the IV to make sure it is working as it should. “Good Morning, Mrs. Steele. I am glad to see you are awake.”“Greyson,” I correct her, my voice dry and garbled. “Miss Greyson.”At the sound of my voice, Clark springs awake. “Cordy!” He jumps up, looking like a startled mo
[Cordelia]After the two of them left, Clark explained the situation in detail. Apparently, Angelica was found unconscious and alone in a room, hooked up to machines they still don’t understand. When they woke her up to take her from the island facility, she had no memory of the last five years.In her mind, she’s still engaged to Atlas. She thinks it's still 5 years ago, and they are due to be married by the end of the month. She is even moving into Atlas’ house to prepare for when she will live there permanently.She has no memory of the accident or anything that happened after. And to make things worse, we all have to play along. If it is hinted that any part of her memory is false, it might permanently break her mind. The doctors are afraid she might even become catatonic or otherwise unresponsive, or completely lose all sense of who she is. The doctors suggested she be around people and places she remembers. But her old condo was sold ages ago and our parents have changed too mu
[Clark]My knees are growing sore as I wait for her response. She opens her mouth and then closes it as she thinks over her response. I realize this isn’t the most romantic setting for this kind of proposal, and I did take her by surprise. Please let her say yes. “You’re joking, right?” Cordelia barks, trying hard not to laugh. My heart shatters in a thousand pieces. She thinks this is a game.Except I’m not playing. I’m serious. Very serious. I’ve been more than a little bit in love with her since the first time I set eyes on her at my brother’s engagement party 5 years ago. She was so lovely I didn’t dare to go up to her and say hello. Maybe things might have gone differently if I had been a bit braver. Trying to muster up what little courage I have I try again. “Cordelia, I’m serious.” I stand, dusting off my knees and taking a step forward. “Marry me. It will solve so many problems.”“But I’m not in love with you,” She winces, realizing how harsh that sounds she adds, “I love