The view from the top of the building was spectacular, especially at night. The green, sparkling silhouette of the Silver Legacy Casino, as well as the red ambience of the two Harrah's towers, highlighted a sea of twinkling lights, glitter, and flickering star-like facades. In the distance, the mountains loomed, though they were almost impossible to make out without using night vision. Nevertheless, they were there, standing watch, their menacing beauty a cautionary reminder that looks can be deceiving.
Aaron had been sitting there for quite some time, attempting to enjoy the silence. It had b
Cadence tightened her grip on his hand as she continued to explain. "Meagan's sleeping, and Christian should be released soon. But he is asking for you. I'm not sure what he wants to talk to you about, but when you get a chance, you might check in.""Sounds like you've been busy," he smiled. Why hadn't he realized she would take over? It made perfect sense, now, that she would. He had thought she might be too upset to function. He had clearly underestimated her again.
Walking down the hallway in her search for Cale, Cadence literally ran into Eliza stepping off of the elevator. "Hey!" the San Fran leader exclaimed, steadying herself on too-high heels. "Watch it, Cadence. Geeze!""Sorry," Cadence muttered, completely unaware whether or not it was truly her fault. "Have you seen Cale?" she asked, in too much of a rush to really care if she had pissed Eliza off.
The hotel room was nothing to write home about. Of all the rooms Cadence had stayed in these past six months, it might quite possibly be the smallest. Yet, it was clean and functional, and all she really needed was something resembling a bed. Not that she would be sleeping much anyway. Thoughts of everything she’d gone through that day were sure to keep her up for most of the night.She changed into a black satin camisole and matching boy shorts--absently thinking about how she had packed them just in case. At the time she’d been fantasizing about what might happen if she had the chance to g
Waking up after a tragedy was always very difficult for Cadence. That space between slumber and consciousness where one is just aware enough to know that something is wrong was the most unsettling sensation, and in the past, she had often avoided it by simply refusing to sleep under such circumstances. When she awoke, her emotions were juxtaposed between devastation and elation. She was immediately aware that Elliott was gone; however, the memories of the night she had spent with Aaron barred the grief just enough to let a light of hope and tranquility calm her spirit. They would find a way to move on from this together.
Sighing, Cadence turned to Hannah. "All right, Hannah, we're going to take the G5 back to headquarters. Christian's going to check his lab and see if anything is missing. Can you arrange for the plane to leave as soon as we get to the airport?"Hannah nodded, and Meagan asked, "What about us?""I'll send the plane back just as soon as we can," Cadence assured her. "Hannah will stay here with
"And why does Aaron think the serum works?" Cadence clarified."Well, when he asked me last night, I didn't tell him the percentages, exactly. He just asked me if it was ready to go, and I said yes. I didn't know he was going to.... I thought I'd have a chance to do some more work before we actually used it. ""What else did he say?" she asked, fighting back anger at his deception.
Cadence had been forced to take the airlines, since there was not another airplane at the Kansas City headquarters that could have made the journey any faster. She'd had to switch planes in New York to board her Aer Lingus flight to Kerry Airport. All-in-all, it had taken her significantly longer to make the trip, which included getting through customs and a layover in New York City. Considering Aaron had been able to fly there directly in less than half of the time, she was fairly certain that his lengthy head start would be problematic.But she wasn't willing to give up.
"Did you talk to Christian?" Aaron asked."Yes," she replied pointedly. "And he told me there was only an eighty percent chance that serum would even work. I was afraid I was going to find you dead."She expected an apology, or some sort of strong reaction to her concern, but instead, he looked only surprised. "Eighty percent?" he asked. "Interesting."