Resurrection: The Clandestine Saga Book 2 E-Book

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• Herausgeber: ID Johnson
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Love cries out from beyond the grave….
Cadence Findley is devastated to learn that her ex-boyfriend, Jack, has died of a mysterious illness. When his body goes missing from the morgue, the situation becomes even more complicated. Is he really dead, or could Jack Cook be un-dead?
Adjusting to her new life as a Vampire Hunter is complex. Already distracted by her growing feelings for sexy Guardian Leader, Aaron, Cadence is unsure what to make of the situation with Jack. When her ex begins to break the rules and claim innocent lives, Aaron insists Cadence is the only one who can destroy Jack once and for all. Faced with the unfathomable, can Cadence bring Jack's terrifying reign to an end, or will her refusal create a chasm that forces her to give up her team of Vampire Hunters forever?
The Clandestine Saga follows the story of Cadence Findley, Vampire Hunter extraordinaire, as she embarks on a quest to rid the world of Vampires. She is part of an elite team of Hunters and Guardians know as LIGHTS whose sole purpose is to protect humans from the creatures that lurk in the shadows.

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Resurrection

The Clandestine Saga Book 2

ID Johnson

Copyright © 2015 by ID Johnson

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

A Note from the Author

Chapter 1

When Jack Cook awoke in the darkened morgue beneath Bryan Health in Lincoln, Nebraska, he was extremely aware of two things: the unbelievable sensation of electricity coursing through his veins and the overwhelming burning feeling in his throat, which was unlike anything he had ever felt before in his entire life. In fact, he had been so intent upon extinguishing the fire, he momentarily lost focus of the one goal he had resolutely declared he must attain as quickly as possible--to find Cadence Findley and make her his for all time.

It had taken him a few moments to get his bearings in the dark. His body felt foreign to him, and the tingling sensation that had roused him from the deepest of sleeps had only slightly subsided by the time he had gathered his strength and slid from the cold metal table he had been placed on. He glanced around the room momentarily, ascertaining that the few other outlines beneath white sheets on similar tables may be corpses, though he was not quite sure why he would be in their company since he was, quite obviously, alive. He let his mind return to his most present need--finding something to quench his thirst.

As his bare feet hit the linoleum, he became aware that he was wearing only a hospital gown, fully open in the back. He had no idea where his clothes, his shoes, his wallet, or his phone might be. He was hopeful that he would be able to recover these items eventually, particularly his phone, so that he could contact Cadence, but for now, he surveyed the room in hopes that he could find some sort of clothing. He found it interesting how quickly his eyes had adjusted to the dark, and he was keenly aware that his night vision seemed very different than it had before. He noticed a lab coat hanging on a rack across the room and decided that would have to do for now. He quickly threw it on, thankful that at least it would cover the open slit in the back of his gown. Just as he was about to exit the room, he began to notice an intoxicating odor wafting from one of those corpses nearby. His nose was acutely tuned to the rusty scent that seemed to tantalize him, and before he even knew what he was doing, he had crossed the room and pulled back the sheet, revealing the bloodied and hopelessly mangled body of a middle-aged man. With the sheet removed, the smell was even more enticing. Jack dipped his fingers into the bloodied, muddled mess of what should have been the man's chest cavity and quickly shoved them into his mouth. Though the blood was a bit old and coagulated, as soon as the first drops touched his throat, the burning subsided, and he knew that he had to have more. Ravenously, he leaned forward, burying his head in the body and lapping up as much of the sticky red liquid as he could with his tongue. Before he could stop himself, he sank his teeth into the soft flesh over the man's heart and began suctioning through his newly formed fangs. Eventually, the organ reversed its course, pulling the remaining blood out of the deceased's veins and into Jack's aching throat. Within seconds, he had successfully drained the remaining fluid from the dead man and momentarily eased the sensation.

He glanced down at the now pale white body, realizing what he had done. He couldn't bear to look at the man's face, not now, knowing what had transpired. He grappled for the sheet and tossed it back into place. With the cessation of the burning came the clarity that something unusual was happening to him, that he was not the same Jack he had been just yesterday, and a feeling of panic began to rise in the back of his mind. Though he was tempted to survey the other forms beneath the sheets on the metal tables nearby, he felt more compelled to flee the scene of the barbarous act he had just committed. Wiping the remaining droplets of blood from his chin on the back of his hand and absently licking them off, he considered his exit options. There was the door, of course, which likely led to a dimly lit hallway, some stairs, and a crowded first floor. There was also a small window across the room near the ceiling. Though it was narrow, and it would be a tight squeeze, he could see that it would take him to what appeared to be the alley between the two wings of the hospital. He didn't hesitate to cross the room, leap atop a desk, and propel himself through the window, sending shards of glass flying into the cool December air, leaving him crouched alone in the dark and narrow space, detected by no one and free to find his next meal.

Glancing up at the sky, he determined it must be mid-morning. The sun was still climbing but hadn't reached the midpoint yet. There were some dumpsters nearby, and he toyed with the idea of climbing inside and waiting for the cover of nightfall. However, he was in a hurry to find some appropriate attire and figure out how to find Cadence. Of course, the idea that there was something extremely different about himself was also a pressing issue, but it was one he was willing to push aside for now. The street outside of the hospital was a busy one, and it would have been possible to catch a cab back to his dorm room where he could find his own clothing. However, the fact that he was not dressed and had no money might make that a bit difficult. Walking the several miles back to campus might also be hard considering he had no shoes or pants. The chilly December air should have been unbearable, but he barely noticed. With little choice, he decided to start making his way down the alleyways, hoping to move through downtown out towards the campus without being detected.

With his first few steps, Jack realized that there was something different about his ability to move as well. He was faster, lighter, able to spring from one spot to the next quickly and agilely. In fact, he was able to make it down the few hundred yards of the alleyway almost instantaneously. As he continued to make his way toward home, sticking to the shadows and back alleys as much as possible, he realized that he would be almost undetectable to the naked human eye.

Unbeknownst to Jack, however, he was not naked to all eyes, and the pair that was following him now was the same steel gray color as his own.

The plane ride from Paris to Kansas City was excruciatingly long for Cadence Findley, and even though she attempted to rest, she could not keep her mind off of Jack. Despite the fact that she had been up most of the night and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with an ancient, evil Vampire, the weariness of her body was not enough to keep thoughts of how her friend back home was doing from invading her mind.

She glanced down at her iPhone for about the thirtieth time, wishing she had taken a moment to check her messages before the private Gulfstream G5 had taken off. While it might be possible for her to dial into her voicemail now and see what her friend Taylor had been attempting to tell her in those seven messages she had left before Cadence departed from Europe, she was not exactly sure she wanted to find out. If Jack's illness had finally overcome him, and he had passed on, did she really want to learn this information while she was over the Atlantic Ocean? She resolved to wait until they reached Kansas City to listen to Taylor's messages. After all, there would be nothing she could do to help or comfort anyone from her present position. Yet, every few minutes, she glanced back at her phone, not sure if her decision was the correct one or not.

The rest of the members of her team were sleeping for the most part, even the majority of the Guardians, who didn't necessarily need as much rest as the Hunters. They had flown to Paris just a few days before in pursuit of Holland, a Vampire queen who had sworn vengeance upon Cadence for killing her lover, Carter, only a few weeks ago. Though not a lot of time had passed on the calendar since the incident in late November, as far as Cadence was concerned, the events since then had changed her life so dramatically, her existence prior to the Eidolon Festival the night before Thanksgiving seemed ages ago. That night, her life had changed forever, and she felt like only a fragment of the person she had been for the nineteen years leading up to that evening.

Thinking about the festival made her remember her dear friend, Drew. She had met Drew in high school where they were on the cheerleading squad together. When the attractive, petite blond had started dating a member of Cadence's close circle of friends, Kash, Drew had made her way into their group. Even though the couple had split quite some time ago, the girls had stayed close; Drew had remained part of Cadence's intimate group of friends. When everyone else went off to college that fall, Drew had been left behind. She was almost halfway through her senior year of high school when she found the flyer mentioning the Eidolon Festival and had begged her friends to go. Despite the fact that the other girls in the group, Taylor and Sydney, had been frightened, and Cadence warned it was not a good idea, Drew was able to convince her friends to accompany her. They hadn't been there very long when Carter almost literally swept Drew off of her feet and whisked her away, deep into the forest. Cadence, Kash, and Jack had followed but lost track of them long enough for Carter to make his move. By the time Cadence had discovered their location, Drew was dead, and it was obvious that Carter was not what he had appeared to be. He was a Vampire.

Cadence did not have any idea what she was capable of up until the moment she discovered Carter in the woods, still clutching Drew's body, blood flowing freely from the bite mark in her neck. In that instance, instinct had taken over, and Cadence had unleashed the Hunter coding in her DNA, easily decapitating Carter with her bare hands. Through the help of the Guardians, a group Cadence didn't even know existed prior to that night, she and the rest of her friends were able to escape the furious clutches of Holland and the rest of her clan. Since that time, Cadence had gone through the Transformation process, completely activating the coding in her DNA that changed her into a powerful Vampire Hunter. She was now part of an elite team of Vampire Hunters and Guardians, working to locate and annihilate Rogue Vampires, the dangerous creatures who preyed on innocent humans.

Cadence glanced around to see if anyone else was awake. Across the aisle, she could see that Eliza was not sleeping and appeared to be playing a game on her iPhone. She was a Guardian, assigned the task of keeping Hunters safe while they tracked down and destroyed Rogue Vampires. Next to her, Jamie, the Healer of the group, seemed to be sound asleep. He had been called upon to use his power to heal two of his teammates during the confrontation with the Vampires, and it had drained him to the point of exhaustion. He had been in the process of undoing the damage caused by an unexpected bullet that had struck their Guardian Leader, Aaron, after the battle was over when Jamie's powers had been completely drained, and he had collapsed on the floor. Now, the color was beginning to return to his face, and Cadence was relieved to see that it appeared that Jamie would make a full recovery by the time the airplane touched down in Kansas City, the location of their training facility.

It was all Cadence could do to keep from glancing towards the back of the plane where Aaron was also sleeping. As much as she wanted to check to see if he was feeling better, she knew their complicated relationship must take a backseat to the situation with ex-boyfriend, Jack. Contemplating whether or not Aaron actually had feelings for her or not, paired with the idea that Jack may not have recovered from his illness, left Cadence with a queasy feeling in her stomach, and she determined it would be best not to think of Aaron at all for a while, if she could help it. She wished she could also push thoughts of Jack out of her mind until she was in a better position to ascertain his situation, but she knew it would be impossible not to think of him. Not when she was so overcome with concern about whether or not he was still alive.

Closing her eyes and leaning back against the headrest, Cadence resolved to attempt to get a few hours of sleep, if at all possible, so that she could face the next hurdle head-on. Next to her, the only other Hunter on the plane, Stormy, was snoring loudly, her head situated precariously on a small, red pillow, haphazardly shoved up against the window. Cadence sighed, knowing there was absolutely no way she could actually sleep with that raucous going on and her mind flittering from Jack, to Aaron, to the other events that had just transpired. In this situation, she honestly wished she had some sort of sleep aid that could put her out of her misery. Just as she was contemplating throwing an elbow in Stormy's direction, despite the fact that the other Hunter had a reputation for being less than hospitable, which Cadence had witnessed firsthand on their trip, she received a message over her IAC, the device implanted in her eye which allowed her to communicate via thought with her other team members.

"How are you hanging in there?" Christian asked, his voice coming across loud and clear through the Intelligence Assistance Communicator as the words also popped up before her very eyes.

Cadence could almost feel his eyes on her from where he sat one row back and across the aisle from her. Despite her inability to sleep, her eyelids suddenly seemed too heavy to open, so she didn't bother to turn her head to look at him. She had assumed he was asleep like almost everyone else, and so she was slightly surprised to have received a message. Nevertheless, she replied simply, "Okay."

"You sure about that?" he replied. Christian had been the one to implant the IAC in Cadence's eye, and despite the fact that he had not known her long, he seemed to have a pretty good read on her.

Sighing once again, Cadence replied, "No, not really." Just prior to the trip to Paris, Cadence had been reprimanded for not following protocol on a hunt. It was Christian who stood up for her to Aaron and defended her decision to do whatever it took to destroy the Rogue Vampire they had been chasing. It was also Christian who had shown up outside of her apartment that night, his feelings for Cadence evident in his kiss. The introduction of Christian into Cadence's already complicated mental state was almost too much for her to stand, and she was tempted to just shut her IAC off completely rather than converse with him at that particular juncture. However, she did care about him, and didn't want to be rude, so she was hopeful that, if she kept her responses brief, perhaps he would get the hint and leave her to her restless mind.

"Do you want to talk or are you trying to sleep?" Christian responded, giving Cadence the opportunity to duck out of the conversation if she was inclined to do so.

Hesitating for only a moment, Cadence finally resolved to politely exit. "I'm extremely concerned about Jack, and I think the only way I'm ever going to stop worrying about him is if I can try to get some sleep. I'll talk to you when we land, okay?"

Christian was a bit slow to reply. "I understand," he said. "If you change your mind, there's an empty seat back here."

"Thanks," Cadence responded. Then, after a momentary pause, she turned her IAC to Full Off mode, hoping that everyone would understand that she just wanted to be left alone for a while. Stormy stirred next to her, turning her face toward the window, which stifled the snoring just a bit, and Cadence was suddenly hopeful that, perhaps, she could drift off after all.

It seemed like only a few moments had passed when Cadence felt an elbow to her ribs and sat up abruptly, suddenly prepared to defend herself against the assailant, her arms immediately taking a protective stance.

"Easy there, cowgirl," Stormy said, her enormous hands pressing Cadence's arm just hard enough to keep her from swinging before she realized exactly who it was attempting to wake her. "Just wanted to let you know Aaron wants you to turn your IAC back on. We'll be landing pretty soon, and he wants to talk to you." Then, she added, "Geeze, someone's a little touchy," before crossing her arms and focusing her attention out the window.

Cadence rubbed her face, wondering exactly how long she had been asleep. The last thing she remembered was the overwhelming thought that she would never be able to sleep again. Her mouth was dry, and she was very aware that her breath was stale and bitter. Before she followed Aaron's request, she bent down to the bag she had stowed under the seat in front of her and pulled out a bottle of water and took a long drink. Then, she dug around for her tin of Altoids before simultaneously checking the time on her phone and turning her IAC back to Full On. Checking her phone, however, immediately brought back thoughts of Jack and the seven unheard messages, and the queasy feeling quickly returned. She could see that it was almost 2:00 and they should be landing very soon, which meant she only had a few more minutes of ignorant bliss before she was faced with what could be one of the harshest realities she had ever had to face.

"Well, hello there," Aaron said through the IAC. "Would you mind coming back here for a few minutes so that I can talk to you? I'd come up there, but I'm not completely convinced moving around is in my best interest just yet."

Cadence was temporarily confused. Elliott, Aaron's best friend and right-hand-man, had been sitting in the seat next to him when they took off from Paris, so she wasn't exactly sure how she was supposed to come back and have a discussion with him in the constraints of the airplane. However, glancing over her shoulder, she could see that Elliott had relocated, and the seat next to Aaron was now empty. Without bothering to reply, she unbuckled her seatbelt and stood, steadying herself on stiff legs before making her way back the few rows and sliding in next to him.

The very first feature Cadence had noticed when she initially encountered Aaron at the Eidolon Festival were his piercing blue eyes. He was staring at her so intently now that she could only hold his gaze for a moment before nervously glancing down at her lap. She had purposely avoided him, both in proximity and in thought, once she was certain that Jamie had been able to fully heal him from the gunshot wound Aaron had taken in her own defense, and now, sitting next to him in such a confined space, she remembered exactly how she had felt when she realized he had been shot by a Vampire, and there was a possibility she could lose him forever. Those memories were not friendly, and she had to push them out of her mind if she was going to give her full attention to Jack.

"How are you?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper. Though he seemed to be feeling much better now than he had been when they boarded the plane, he was still obviously weak, and it would likely be several days before he fully recovered.

Cadence glanced up at him and then away again, not exactly sure how to respond. She knew he would be able to tell if she wasn't honest anyway, so she told him the truth. "Not very good,” she admitted, shrugging her shoulders.

Aaron nodded. "I'm sorry. Do you know how he is doing?"

Shaking her head, Cadence replied, "No, I haven't listened to my messages yet. I guess I'm afraid to."

Again, he nodded in understanding. "Well, we will be on the ground in Kansas City soon enough. I've arranged for a plane to take you straight to Lincoln as soon as we touch down. I really wish that I could go with you myself, Cadence, but I just don't think I can handle it right now."

Cadence was able to look him in the eye now, and she could easily see how difficult it was for him to admit that. "No," she said shaking her head, "I completely understand. You need to rest. And you need Jamie close by, just in case."

Aaron snickered. "I'm fine, Cadence. I'll be fine."

Hearing his adamant proclamation brought back fleeting memories of when he was not fine, and Cadence hurriedly brushed them aside, having no time or emotional strength to contemplate them just then. "Good," she finally replied, smiling. "I'm glad to hear that." Then, she added, "I'm sorry I didn't ask you how you were feeling before. I meant to."

Even before she finished her statement, he was shrugging her off. "No, it's fine," he said resolutely. "Don't worry about that. I know you've got more important things to worry about now."

Cadence didn't pause to ponder exactly which of her worries was, in fact, the most important. Rather, she moved on to gathering more information about the arrangements he had made for her trip to Lincoln, where Jack was hospitalized, and the rest of her friends had congregated a few days earlier. "Will I be going alone then?" she asked, hoping she would have at least one friend with her, just in case Taylor's news was not good, and she needed emotional support.

"No, of course not," Aaron replied. "I'm sending a Guardian with experience in this type of situation with you. Her name is Hannah, and I think you'll find her very helpful."

She was disappointed to hear a stranger would be accompanying her in such emotional circumstances, though she trusted Aaron's judgment. "I don't think I've ever met her," she admitted.

"No, you haven't," he replied. "But she has a talent fairly similar to my own in that she cannot only detect emotions, she can also help regulate them."

A look of confusion on her face, Cadence asked, "What do you mean? She can cause people to feel specific emotions?"

Adjusting in his seat a bit uncomfortably, Aaron glanced away as he contemplated his answer. "Yes, and no. Sort of. Let's just say, if you are in a situation where your emotions could potentially get the best of you, she can take the edge off."

Cadence wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but she knew she would be traveling with Hannah regardless of whether she wanted to or not. She was in no situation to argue with the leader, and so she determined to trust him. "All right," she agreed. "If you feel that she's the best person to send with me, then so be it."

"There is one other team member I insist go with you," Aaron said quietly, not yet meeting her eyes.

Again, Cadence felt uneasy. It wasn't like him not to look directly at her, and so she knew that there was a good possibility she was not going to like whatever it was he had to say. "Who's that?" she asked cautiously.

"Well," Aaron began, glancing in her direction but not committing to holding her gaze. "Considering the situation, and the fact that there may be some need for cover up, I feel that it is imperative that, despite previous difficulties, you really need to be accompanied by someone who can do damage control….”

Before he could finish, Cadence rolled her eyes and threw her hands to her head. "No," she groaned, praying her assumption was incorrect.

"He's not happy about it either," Aaron admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "But, Cadence, believe me, it's for the best. Elliott needs to go with you. Maybe this will be your opportunity to get to know each other a little better and repair your relationship."

"Aaron!" Cadence whispered sharply, suddenly aware that Elliott, who was seated across the aisle and one row in front of her, was clearly listening to their conversation, though he only glanced in her direction briefly. "You can't honestly expect me to put up with him while I'm potentially going through the grieving process! He hates me! He tried to get me thrown off of the team!" Though her voice never rose above a whisper, she was clearly upset, and her tone came through despite the volume.

"I know, I know," Aaron assured her, placing his hand on her forearm. "Believe me, I am fully aware of your feelings about one another. Nevertheless, if you will stop and consider the situation from the perspective of the team, I'm sure you can understand why it is that I insist that you take him with you. If the need should arise for a cover up, he's the only one capable of carrying that out."

Despite the fact that she was very aware of his hand on her arm, she regained her focus and her argument, stating, "Aaron, losing Drew was one thing. But, if I lose Jack, too, I don't know how I'm ever going to get through that. I can't imagine having only a stranger and Elliott to help me." She spat his name out as if it were a swear word, hoping he could see just how adamantly she did not want this particular Guardian to come along.

"I understand," Aaron replied, his hand sliding down her arm and grasping her slender fingers. "I honestly do; you know that." She met his eyes for a moment, realizing just how much truth his words held. He had gone through a similar experience when he had lost his wife, Aislyn, to illness many years ago. "Cadence," he said, fully enveloping her hand in his, "trust me. Please. I know what I'm doing."

She peered into his eyes then, allowing herself, momentarily, to contemplate all of the things that had attracted her to the Guardian Leader in the first place. Cadence knew she could trust his judgment. Not only would he do what was best for the team, he had her best interest in mind as well. She slowly began to nod her head, "Okay," she said, squeezing his hand. "I trust you."

Aaron nodded along, sighing in relief. "Thank you," he replied quietly. They sat in silence for a few moments, still holding hands, before he added, "We should be landing in a few moments. When are you going to check your messages?"

Though she really didn't want to, Cadence let go of his hand and rested her head in her hands, her elbows digging into her knees. She knew she was going to have to listen to those messages eventually. Slowly, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and was relieved to feel Aaron's arm slip around her shoulders. Despite the fact that the plane had not landed, she changed her settings, taking the device out of Airplane Mode and dialed her voicemail. Intently, she listened to each of Taylor's messages, taking in each word, bracing herself for the inevitable as each call became more and more intense. When she finally got to the seventh and final message, all her friend had said was, "Cadence, call me. Now. Please."

Shaking her head, she looked at the phone in disbelief. "She didn't say," she reported to Aaron, bewildered. "She just said to call her."

Aaron looked a bit puzzled himself. "Well, call her then," he replied, giving her permission to break the cardinal rule of airplane cell phone use. The plane was descending, and there was no possibility that the call would need to be transferred between towers at this point, nor was there a realistic possibility that it would interfere with the performance of the plane.

Again, Cadence hesitated but knew he was right. She would just have to make the call and get it over with. Once again, she pressed the button to dial, this time selecting Taylor's name off of her list of recent calls. Her friend answered on the second ring, and it was quite obvious she had been crying.

"Cadence?" Taylor asked, her voice shaking.

"Taylor," Cadence began. "I'm so sorry. I just got your messages. How… how is he?"

"Where are you?" Taylor asked, not yet ready to answer her question.

"I am on a plane. I'm landing in Kansas City now. Is Jack okay?" Cadence braced herself for the reply, very thankful that Aaron's arm was still around her.

Taylor began to sob. "No, I'm sorry, Cadence. He's not," she replied.

Cadence caught her breath, a lump forming in her throat. "Taylor?" she probed, cautiously. "Is he…."

The sobs on the other end of the line grew heavier as the young girl attempted to state the unthinkable. "I'm so sorry, Cadence. He died. Jack. . . died, early this morning."

Tears were falling from Cadence's eyes before her friend even completed the sentence. "Oh, God, Taylor," she replied, her hand over her eyes in a failed attempt to keep herself from sobbing. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

"I know," Taylor admitted. "We are all sorry that you weren't here." There was some hesitation before she added, "He asked for you. We told him you were on your way, but then, he slipped into a coma. We don't know if he thought you were with him when he passed, but I'm sorry you weren't. I know how much you wanted to be."

"I did," Cadence exclaimed. "God, I can't believe he's gone, and I didn't get to tell him goodbye!" She barely felt the jar of the wheels making contact with the runway as the plane touched down.

"When will you be here?" Taylor asked, a pleading tone to her voice.

Cadence looked up, suddenly aware that the plane was taxiing now. "We just landed. I should be there in less than two hours. I just have to switch planes, and I'll be there." It was taking every ounce of concentration she had to keep herself from completely breaking down, and were it not for the comfort of Aaron's arm around her, she was quite certain she would be hyperventilating by now.

"Okay, good," Taylor replied, catching her breath. "We need you here with us, Cadence," she affirmed.

"I know," Cadence stated. "I want to be there with you. I should have never left. I should have been there."

There was another catch in Taylor's voice. "It just went south so quickly. We didn't know . . . we weren't prepared. It's not your fault."

"Still," Cadence argued, "I should have stayed there, with him, until he was better.”

"What's done is done. But, we need you with us now," Taylor continued. "Because Jack is gone."

"I know," Cadence replied. Then, she allowed herself to say those words for the first time. "I know. . . Jack is gone."

"No, Cadence, you don't understand," Taylor explained. "Jack is gone."

Chapter 2

Jack had known better than to walk in the front door of his dorm building wearing only a hospital gown and a lab coat, though he had seen party-goers coming home drunk wearing equally suspicious outfits upon occasion. Nevertheless, he had decided to use the custodial entrance, the one next to the dumpsters. The door appeared to be locked from the inside, but he was able to pull it forcefully enough to open it anyway, though he was fairly certain he wouldn't be locking it behind him, especially since there was now a gaping hole in the doorjamb where the deadbolt had ripped through.

He had managed to make it up the stairs to his room without encountering any other residents. The door to his room was shut but not locked, and he opened it cautiously, not sure whether or not his roommate would be home. He was usually back from class by now, but he may have gone to the cafeteria to get something to eat. He was relieved to see that Byron wasn't there. His room was a mess, but he didn't waste time cleaning it up. He had the feeling he wouldn't be staying here any longer, though he wasn't exactly sure why. He hurriedly pulled on some clothes and looked around for his sneakers. Unable to find his favorite pair, he dug through his closet and located the ones his mother had bought him for Christmas last year. They were not his style, but they would work. He had some cash stored in his sock drawer and a fake driver's license he used to get into bars and night clubs. It would have to do for now until he figured out what to do about his wallet.

He considered using the dorm room phone to call Cadence, but a noise in the hallway caught his attention, and for some reason, he felt like he needed to go. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he didn't want anyone who knew him to see him. He just felt . . . different somehow, and he wasn't sure they would understand. He decided to leave, at least for a little while, to go somewhere and see if he could get his thoughts together and determine what to do next.

The burning in his throat was growing again, and he knew he must do something to quench it before it became the only thing he could think about.

Cadence nearly dropped the phone. "What, Taylor?" she said as the plane came to a complete stop. "What do you mean?"

"The hospital said there was some sort of a problem, a mix up. They're still looking, but they can't find him. That's what I mean, Cadence. You need to get here. His parents are panicked and overwhelmed. We all need you," Taylor explained.

Still not sure she was hearing correctly, Cadence realized she was going to have a lot of questions until she reached her friends and family in Lincoln and could ascertain what was going on for herself. Even then, she feared her questions wouldn't be completely answered. They may never know what this strange illness was that had claimed their friend's life so quickly and so unexpectedly. "All right, Taylor. I'm on my way. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay," Taylor replied. "See you soon."

Cadence stared at the phone for a second before sliding it into her pocket and turning to face Aaron. She realized that the rest of the team had all stood and approached her when the plane stopped rolling, everyone except for Stormy who was actually a contracted teammate for this last mission. She had grabbed her stuff and was already making her way off of the plane. The rest of the faces staring back at Cadence were full of concern and sadness. Despite their proximity, Cadence focused on the one person she felt could comfort her in this unbelievable time of grief. "He's dead," she said quietly, allowing Aaron to pull her against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

"I'm so sorry," he replied, softly stroking her hair. He caught the eyes of Elliott who was leaning against the seat where he had been sitting, just a row in front, a knowing glance exchanged. "I know how badly you wanted to be there," he added.

Eliza reached over the seat in front of Cadence and rubbed her back. "Poor Jack," she whispered. "I'm sorry, too, Cadence. I know how much you cared about him." Eliza had met Jack only briefly, when the Guardians had helped Cadence and her friends flee the clutches of Holland and her evil Vampires after the Eidolon Festival. Eliza had been the one to drive Jack to safety.

After a few moments of heavy sobbing, Cadence was able to gather herself together enough to face her team. She knew she needed to get on the other plane, the one headed to Lincoln, and letting her emotions get the best of her was not helping her friends. Wiping at her tears with the back of her hand, she said, "Thanks, you guys. This is just . . . unbelievable. "

Jamie handed Cadence several tissues from where he stood steadying himself in the aisle next to her. Though he was clearly feeling much better, he was still not at one hundred percent. "What can we do?" he asked, looking at Cadence and then at Aaron.

It was the latter who answered. "Hannah and Elliott are going to fly with Cadence to Lincoln. The rest of us will return to base and keep in contact via IAC."

"I want to go, too," Eliza chimed in, her eyes wide with assertion.

Aaron sighed. He had contemplated letting Eliza go since she and Cadence were friends, but he wanted to keep the party small, and he had other matters for Eliza to attend to back at LIGHTS, the team's headquarters. "I'd rather you didn't," he began, catching Cadence's eyes and attempting to determine whether or not Cadence wanted Eliza with her or not. He saw a vague look of disappointment and paused to reconsider his decision.

"Please?" Eliza begged, recognizing the unsure look on her long-time boss's face. "Cadence wants me to, don't you?"

Cadence nodded. She would feel better knowing she had a true friend among the team members who would be accompanying her.

"All right," Aaron agreed, seeing Cadence's expression shift momentarily to one of relief and Eliza's to joy. "But, I don't want all three of you going to the hospital with her; that's just too much. We don't need any speculations. So, while Hannah and Elliott accompany her in public, you lay low at the hotel. Stay out of sight and just be a support person, got it?"

"Got it!" Eliza agreed, patting Cadence on the shoulder. While she was happy to have the opportunity to help her friend in this difficult time, one glance back at Cadence's broken expression was a distinct reminder of all that she was going through. "It'll be all right," she said softly, nodding her head.

Cadence nodded as well, though she wasn't sure she believed it. However, thinking of a life without Jack in it was more than she could handle just now, and she become even more resolved to wait until she reached her destination to fully digest all of the information she had recently acquired. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself to her feet, the others stepping back out of her way as she did so. "I guess we need to get going," she said, looking at Eliza and then at Elliott.

Jamie reached over and wrapped his arms around Cadence, wishing his healing powers could work on emotions. "Take care," he said quietly, brushing her hair back.

"Thank you," she replied, releasing him. "You, too," she added, smiling meekly.

Christian was still standing in the aisle, and she embraced him next, feeling a bit awkward at first but pushing those thoughts out of her head. He kissed the top of her head softly and messaged her directly saying, "If you need anything at all, let me know, and I'll be there."

Cadence did not reply; she just caught his eyes, a look of gratitude in hers, and waited for him to step out of the way.

Eliza and Elliott were already exiting the plane, clutching their carry-ons. Though Elliott headed straight for the smaller plane waiting nearby, Eliza lingered at the exit, waiting for Cadence. Jamie squeezed his way past her and followed Christian down the aisle, leaving Cadence alone with Aaron, who still hadn't moved.

This alarmed Cadence a bit. "Are you feeling okay?" she asked.

He smiled up at her. "Don't worry about me," he replied, avoiding her question. "You've got a plane to catch." He had been busy giving orders to get Eliza's luggage from one plane to the other, but the true reason he hadn't gotten up yet was because he wasn't sure his lungs had healed completely from where the bullet had ripped through them the night before, and he wanted to take his time getting out of the plane. He certainly didn't want to alarm Cadence or give her anything else to worry about.

But she was worried. "Do you need some help?" she asked, wondering if she needed to call Christian or Elliott back in, though she knew with her now superhuman strength she could probably lift him herself if she needed to.

He waved her off. "I'm fine," he declared, finally deciding he was going to have to prove it to her and pulling himself to his feet, mustering every ounce of determination he could come up with to do so without grimacing or falling over.

Cadence wasn't completely convinced he was being honest with her, but she knew she needed to be on her way. The fact that Jamie was nearby was comforting to her, and she knew the Healer would do whatever it might take to help their Leader make a full recovery. "All right," she said, lingering for a moment in those piercing blue eyes. "I guess I'll go, then." She glanced down the aisle and then back at him, wanting to say more, but not sure of exactly what she wanted to say or how she was going to say it.

"Let me know if you need anything," he said nodding slowly, the pain in his chest making it difficult to keep up the charade that he was all right much longer.

"I will," she nodded, taking a step backward. It was all she could do to keep herself from leaning forward and kissing those soft lips. But thoughts of Jack and the difficult journey ahead of her kept her from doing so, and instead, she reached out and placed her hand on top of his where it rested on the back of the seats in front of them. She closed her eyes for just a second, as if she were soaking him in, and then turned and proceeded down the aisle and out of the plane.

As soon as Cadence exited, Aaron collapsed back into his seat, his strength finally giving out. He ran his hand through his light brown hair, and watched Cadence make her way onto the other plane, Eliza's arm around her. Sighing in exhaustion, he collected his thoughts and attempted to regain his strength before he endeavored to exit the airplane. He didn't want to call for help unless he absolutely had to. As much as he didn't want to, he was beginning to realize he might have to ask Jamie to do a second round of healing. There seemed to be some damage that had not been completely corrected the first time. The longer he sat, the more the pain in his chest subsided, and he contemplated the possibility of walking out of the plane under his own power.

The pain from the wound was not the only unsettling thought on his mind, however. The circumstances surrounding the sudden illness, odd behavior, and unusual symptoms that had led to the tragic and unexpected death of Jack Cook also seemed both familiar and disconcerting. He was concerned that Cadence may be walking into an even more devastating situation than she realized.

Chapter 3

Hannah was tall with long blond hair, a sharp nose, and hazel eyes. Cadence noted that she was pretty, though not in a traditional way, and that she had a warm smile. "Cadence," she said, standing and approaching the girls as they boarded the plane. "I'm Hannah. It's very nice to meet you." Rather than offering her hand, she actually embraced the Hunter, using her gift to ascertain that Cadence had heard of the passing of her friend. "I'm so very sorry for your loss," she added quietly.

Cadence nodded, stepping back. "Thank you," she replied quietly. She noticed two things almost immediately. First of all, the second Hannah touched her, the overwhelming grief she had been feeling for so many hours seemed to dull. It certainly was not gone, but rather than being a sharp, stinging pain, it felt more like an ache. Not desirable but certainly more tolerable. She was also surprised to see that Hannah was not dressed all in black, as every other Guardian she had ever encountered usually was. Rather, she wore a turtle neck sweater beneath a soft suede suit jacket, with a matching skirt, in hues of beige and gray, with knee-high brown boots.

"I felt that I should look like a business associate of yours, not a bodyguard," Hannah stated, as if reading Cadence's mind. She stepped back into the row of seats where she had been sitting, sliding over to the one nearest the window and gesturing for Cadence to sit next to her. Eliza took the seat directly in front of them, and since Elliott was nowhere to be found, Cadence assumed he must be in the restroom in the back of the plane, perhaps changing into something more suitable since he would also be accompanying them in public.

"How does your talent work?" Cadence asked, wondering if she needed to be in physical contact with Hannah in order to benefit from her skill or if just being in her proximity were enough. She buckled her seatbelt and glanced out the window at the G5, wondering if Aaron had ever gotten off of the plane.

Hannah tossed her long strawberry blonde tresses over her shoulder. "Well, as you may have noticed, I can adjust the emotional response one is feeling. So, hopefully you are feeling better now, though I am sure you are still very upset over the passing of your friend. I don't typically use it to combat grief, but Aaron was concerned that your judgment might be impaired if you are called upon to perform any of your Hunter duties on this trip without my assistance. And I'm sure he doesn't want to see you suffer when I can help you, though we are all aware that the grieving process is necessary to healing. I will still allow you to feel that sadness, just not to the point that your mind is clouded."

Cadence nodded in understanding. "What about my friends? Will they still feel the same way that they do now?"

"Well," Hannah replied, glancing toward the back of the plane. "Actually, Elliott will take care of that more than I will."

As if on cue, Elliott exited the confining restroom, a tight squeeze for someone of his girth, and approached them, dressed in a dark blue sweater and jeans. Cadence had seen him dressed in normal clothes once before, at Thanksgiving dinner, but it still took her a moment to adjust, and she did her best not to snicker. She already had a strained relationship with Elliott, and she didn't need him mistaking her unfamiliarity with jest. He sat down in the back of the plane, as far away from Cadence as he could, and placed his headphones over his ears, letting them know he did not wish to be part of their discussion. She knew Hannah could include him in their dialogue via IAC if she needed to, but Cadence couldn't help but feel a bit dejected. It seemed Aaron's plan to get them to work together was failing miserably.

Returning her attention to Hannah, Cadence asked, "Do I need to be in physical contact with you to use your gift, or can you do it from afar?"

Hannah's kind smile returned. "Oh, no, I just need to be in your proximity. How are you feeling now?"

Cadence was about to answer, explaining that she actually felt much better, when she saw the scene unfolding over Hannah's shoulder. Standing abruptly, she threw herself against the window, forcing Hannah to lean back sharply. "What in the world…" she began.

Jamie and Christian were making their way around the front of the plane, each with an arm under Aaron for support, practically carrying him. Cadence slammed her hand against the plastic window. "Dammit," she whispered, realizing she should have never believed him when he said he was all right.

Eliza was also staring out the window in disbelief. "What the hell?" she exclaimed, every bit as concerned as Cadence was. Hannah was the only one of the three who seemed undisturbed, only making a soft, knowing "hmm" sound under her breath.

Cadence decided she needed to get back off of the plane and go check on him when she realized the plane was moving. "Stop!" she called, heading towards the cabin.

She was met by a man wearing a pilot's uniform, apparently the co-pilot, who was just coming back to make sure they were all strapped in. "I'm going to need you to take a seat, sweetheart," the older gentleman said, gesturing toward the empty rows.

"We need to stop," Cadence said, not budging. "I need to go check on Aaron," she explained.

The pilot was shaking his head. "I'm sorry, honey, but we have a tight window for departure here. The snow is starting to come down, and if we are going to get you in to Lincoln before the airport closes up there, we've got to go. Now, go strap in before we take off."

Cadence opened her mouth to protest but realized her argument was futile. She looked over her shoulder at Eliza who was also still standing. "All right," she finally said, sighing. She glanced back out the window as she walked back to her seat, seeing her friends fade into the distance. She knew she could easily cover the ground in just a few steps if she were out of the plane, but destroying the exit and wrecking the plane would accomplish little, and despite the fact that she wanted to make sure Aaron was okay, she knew there was not much she could do to help him. Jamie would be the best person for that, and he was right there. Still, having lost one man she used to love made her realize just how important Aaron was to her, and the urge to run to him when she saw him struggling had been instinctual.

As she re-buckled her seatbelt, she realized that Eliza felt exactly the same way. Now, however, was not the time to contemplate those implications, and she pressed them out of her mind, reluctantly returning her thoughts to Jack and her attention to Hannah.

"I'm sorry," she began, looking into Hannah's calm hazel eyes. "He said… he said he was fine. But obviously he was lying."

"Or understating," Hannah offered.

Cadence nodded. She knew his intent was to spare her from worrying about him. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but wish he had just been honest with her. She shook her head, seeking clarity, and refocused. "Are there any emotions you cannot modify?" she asked.

Hannah paused for a moment, considering the question. "Yes and no," she finally admitted. "I can modify all emotions to a degree, but there are some I refuse to change."

"So you have control over it, then?" Cadence asked.

"Yes," Hannah nodded.

"Jamie doesn't, not really," Eliza chimed in from across the aisle. She had changed seats after the deplaning debacle. "If he touches someone who is in pain, there's not much he can do to control the flow of power."

Nodding, Cadence considered the statement. When Christian had implanted her IAC, there had been a malfunction, which had allowed an unbearable amount of data to flood Cadence's mind all at once. Her reaction had made Jamie think she was in pain, and when he had come to her, in an attempt to help, he had actually instantly healed the incision Christian had made in her eye, locking the device inside. Jamie had not been able to control the flow of his power then, and she would have been in dire straights if Aaron had not been there to help her learn how to control the device. "You're right," she replied, meeting Eliza's violet eyes. Turning back to Hannah, she asked, "Which emotions do you refuse to adjust?"

"Sometimes it depends on the situation," Hannah began, "but most of the time I do try to avoid grief. People need to go through that process. Though, members of the Passels don't necessarily need to always," she added almost as an aside.

The Passels were the three branches of the Clandestine Ternion: Vampires, Hunters, and Guardians. Cadence assumed she was speaking only of the latter two Passels, however, since she could imagine Vampires having very little need for grief counselors. "I see," she replied, nodding her understanding.

"I try not to touch love, either," Hannah admitted. "It's too messy, and one can never tell if one is gambling with fate."

Cadence almost chuckled at that. It made sense. "Anything else?"

Hannah's pause this time seemed rather meaningful. "Dejection," she finally replied, pointedly.

A furrow formed in Cadence's eyebrows, not sure she quite understood. "Dejection?" she repeated.

"Yes," Hannah affirmed. "As in, when one loves someone who does not return that feeling. I tend to stay out of those affairs as well.

Cadence nodded her head in full understanding. "That makes sense," she agreed. Glancing across the aisle, she could see that Eliza had leaned back in her seat, chewing on her thumbnail and staring straight ahead. Cadence wondered briefly if her change in demeanor had anything to do with Hannah's comment but decided it was not her place to ask. She looked back at Hannah then and asked instead, "How long have you been part of the team?"

Hannah seemed to consider the question. "For a very long time," she finally replied. "I know your grandmother, and I worked with your grandfather, as well," she added with a smile.

"You did?" Cadence asked returning the smile. "Oh, wow. That's amazing."

"Yes," Hannah agreed. "Lovely people. I really miss having them around."

Cadence nodded. "I bet my grandma would love to see you. You should stop by and visit sometime."

"I should," Hannah said, nodding. "Maybe I will." She reached over and placed her hand softly on Cadence's leg. Despite her explanation that she did not have to be touching a subject for her powers to work, Cadence suddenly felt a surge of calmness and was glad that she had met Hannah. The plane was in flight now, and it would not be too much longer before they arrived in Lincoln. "Now, what questions do you have regarding our procedure once we arrive?"

Cadence was a bit confused. "Well, I think everyone is still at the hospital," Cadence explained. "Taylor said something about there being an issue in the morgue. I'm not exactly sure what she was talking about. But I guess I'll call her when we land and figure out where we need to go. Jack's parents have a hotel room, so they might be there. I think Eliza is supposed to go to our hotel," she added, glancing back at Eliza who seemed to be carrying on a conversation with someone through her IAC. Her facial expressions were changing rapidly, which was always a sign to Cadence that Eliza was conversing.

"All right," Hannah said tentatively. "I suppose we will make our way to the hospital and then ascertain exactly what is going on and whether or not Elliott and I need to take any special precautions."

Again, Cadence felt confused. It was as if Hannah had some knowledge Cadence was not privy to. Yet, she did not feel inclined to ask. Rather, she felt another wave of calmness spread through her mind, and she simply shook her head in agreement. She completely trusted Hannah's judgment and would allow her to take any steps she felt necessary to handle whatever the situation may be. She leaned her head back against the seat, taking slow, deep breaths, emptying her thoughts of every care that had previously invaded her mind. Before she knew it, she was dozing off, dreaming of better times at home with her group of friends.

The flight from Kansas City to Lincoln was not a long one, and before Cadence knew it, she was being jarred awake by the jolt of wheels hitting tarmac. Her eyes flew open and reality hit her like a ton of bricks. Jack was dead. She should be overwhelmed with grief. Yet, she wasn't. Glancing around, she saw Hannah's comforting smile next to her and remembered why.

Then, she realized, Jack wasn't the only person she was no longer worried about. She had never even contacted Aaron to see how he was. Somehow, Hannah must have blocked that worry from her mind as well. As much as she appreciated the help when it came to lessening her despair over Jack, she wished it did not apply to Aaron. He was probably agitated that she hadn't even bothered to check in with him. And she suddenly realized exactly who Eliza must have been talking to earlier.

Despite the fact that the plane was rolling to a stop, and she was about to be faced with one of the most traumatizing experiences of her life, she fired off a quick message to Aaron, wanting to simultaneously explain why she had not done so earlier. "How are you??" she asked through the IAC.

He didn't answer immediately, and so she gathered up the few items she had brought with her aboard the plane and followed Eliza to the exit, Hannah and Elliott just behind. It was snowing now, the flakes coming down in large, wet puffs. Since her Transformation, Cadence didn't feel cold the same way as she used to, and she actually felt refreshed stepping into the falling crystals.

"What's the plan?" Elliott asked, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, his bag slung over his shoulder. They could see a car waiting for them nearby, but they paused just beyond the steps of the plane to discuss their next move.