by T. G. Ayer
But I had to do something about it. And Silvanya was relying on me. I had to believe we would get him out safely.
And the Elite was the only way I knew how.
A slim older woman hurried into the waiting room. She peered at me through black rimmed glasses, giving me a sweet smile. “High Councilman Carter is ready to see you now. If you will follow me.”
I hurried after her as she led me down the hall. The place was decorated beautifully, the hall shadowed, but not so dark that it would appear in a negative light. Small flickering lamps dotted the wood-paneled wall, throwing light onto old paintings, making the place seem comfortable rather than imposing.
The secretary drew to a stop and opened a door on our left, waving me inside. As soon as I entered, she closed the door behind me, and my stomach tightened.
I brushed the feeling away, annoyed that I’d fallen into a pattern of questioning everything and everyone.
There was just too much going on and I felt adrift.
An imposing pedestal desk took centre stage in the small room, and even seemed to overshadow the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on the left wall. A tall, thin man rose from his seat and reached out to shake my hand.
I hurried towards the table and leaned forward greeting him with a short firm shake before releasing his hand quickly.
His eyes grazed the new jewelry on my wrist, pausing briefly before straightening. “Mel Morgan. I’m High Councilman Michael Carter.” He waved a hand, indicating one of the two armchairs flanking the front end of his desk. “I’m so glad you accepted our invitation.”
I remained standing and shook my head. “Technically this is not about your invitation.” I realized how abrupt that sounded and gave him a rueful smile. “I apologize if that seemed rude. It’s just that time is of the essence in this particular situation and I’m certain you’d appreciate me getting to the point as soon as possible.”
He frowned, but thankfully he didn’t appear annoyed or angry. More curious than anything, for which I was grateful.
He gave me a short nod. “Well, what do you have for me. What is so urgent?” He made a rolling motion with his hand, encouraging me to speak.
I reached into my pocket, retrieved the flash drive and handed over to him. “That has everything that you’ll need. But you have to move fast. I’m hoping you have the resources.” No doubt he did, although it would be complacent not to ask.
A wave of dizziness rushed through me and I swayed, gripping onto the edge of the table, hoping I wouldn’t pass out.
Thankfully, I didn’t.
Instead, I sat gingerly on the edge of the closest armchair, and when I looked up his attention was already on the monitor of his laptop as he plugged in the flash drive. I wasn’t sure whether it was a tactful move on his part, but I managed to relax and shake the dizziness off without him making a big fuss about it.
I respected the man already.
His laptop whirred and clicked, and he stiffened as he watched the video. I forced myself to remain still, and tried not to listen to the tape. I’d have preferred to not be in the room to listen to it again.
Grimacing, I tried to tune the sounds of Raulfir’s pain out, and almost succeed until Carter’s voice broke through.
“Where is this?” he asked already reaching for his phone. He paused as he waited for an answer, a scowl creasing his brow, his expression dark.
“Hong Kong.” I rattled off the address of Elise Garner’s Hong Kong headquarters.
I’d barely finished speaking when he began dialing. He made a quick call, alerting someone on the other end of the line that he needed an emergency Elite recon team to be dispatched in the next ten minutes.
When Carter put the phone down, I asked, “You didn’t ask me who she was?”
He gave me a small, though humorless smile. “I know very well who Elise Garner is. She has been on our radar for a while but we have just not been able to prove our suspicions. Now, thanks to you, we have everything we need to put her away for a very long time.” Both his tone and his way of speaking confirmed that he was possibly an immortal of some type.
Relieved, I sighed and sank back against the firm backrest of the armchair. “What can we do about her access to the Kil’rith?”
He nodded absently, as if he’d already begun to consider the problem. Then he took a breath. “Her portal key will be revoked, and because she would have obtained it through blood ritual, it will need to be severed with a blood ritual.”
More blood magic?
I’d have about enough of blood magic.
Chapter 35
“How do we do this?” I shifted forward on my seat.
Carter shook his auburn head. “You don’t need to worry about it.” When I frowned he let out a soft chuckle. “All I mean is you don’t need to do anything about it. We will contact High Priestess Kira of the DeathTalkers. It’s quite likely that Elise obtained her seal through Lady Kira. We will ensure that her portal key will no longer work.”
I pursed my lips and considered his reassurances. He had a plan so I wasn’t complaining. It just felt strange suddenly being no longer involved. “What if she had other plans in place in case this kind of thing happens to her? What if she’s got a team prepared get her out as fast as she just got in?”
He shook his head. “Because of the severity of her crimes against all of the DarkWorld, the Ancients are involved. They want her punished. It’s quite likely that even if someone speaks on her behalf, she will never see freedom again.”
It sounded harsh, but it was exactly what she deserved. I spared a thought for Erik and what he would think about the situation.
I took a deep breath and for the first time in the last two days I relaxed. When I lifted my gaze and met his eyes, he smiled. “I’m guessing today isn’t the day to discuss joining the Elite?”
I laughed softly. “We might as well . . . since I’m here.”
He nodded, a solemn look in his eye. “I will understand if you do decide that this is not the best time. By giving us this information you’ve helped us a great deal.”
I smiled, taking advantage of that opening. “Well, maybe you can do me one more favor?”
He gave a short nod. “What is it?”
“The elf in the video. Do you know who he is?”
Another nod. “King Raulfir of Kil’rith, the Realm of the Elves.”
I sighed, sad for what Raulfir had endured. “His daughter—Princess Silvanya—is at my house.”
“So you retrieved her?”
I nodded. “With the help of Elise’s son, Erik.” Carter nodded, his face inscrutable.
His silence made me wonder if there was something he knew but wasn’t telling. I decided to ignore my gut, figuring I was probably way too paranoid for my own good, what with all the crazy that was my life these days.
I sighed and leaned forward. “She’s at my place. She wasn’t too thrilled with the plan for him to help trap Elise, but she understood. She’s waiting to see him again and I promised that it would be soon.”
Carter nodded and I watched his expression. Still indecipherable. “Of course. We will ensure that his debrief is as short as possible. He will be reunited with his daughter very soon.” Carter frowned and then shook a finger in my direction. “Come to think of it, we’d need to debrief her as well.”
Though I’d expected it, my face fell. I didn’t hide my disappointment, or my dissatisfaction, with the pace at which the Elite was working.
He must have read it all in my expression. “I understand your frustration. I promise we won’t take too much of her time. We just need her side of the story.”
He paused and looked back at the monitor which still bore the frozen image of Elise Garner. He gave the screen a nod, then shifted his gaze to me.
“And the boy’s.”
I didn’t have a problem with that and I was pretty certain that Erik wouldn’t have any issues with it either.
I gave Carter a nod. “How soon will
you arrest her?”
He looked at his watch. “They’ve already been despatched. The answer to that question is, as soon as recon returns with a report. We’ll make our move once we have the plan in place.”
I raised my eyebrows, surprised and impressed at the efficiency.
I fell silent for a few minutes, my thoughts now on the job offer. They had means, technology, manpower. All things that I lacked despite the connections I’d made through the years.
I shifted in my seat, still not entirely certain of my choice. “So if I do join your Elite team, how will that impact my work. I get requests to find missing people all the time. I have to admit I’m concerned. What if cases end up clashing . . . and I have to choose?”
Carter got to his feet and walked around the desk. He stopped in front of me, and sat on the edge of the desk. “I can assure you that cases will not clash. The moment you agree to come on board, we will give every one of your cases the utmost priority. And will treat them as if they are our own. You will have access to backup, medical intervention, and forensic diagnostics.”
“So what do you get in return?” I asked.
This all sounded a bit too good to be true. I had to admit I’d give anything to have access to such a backup team, but not if the price was too high.
His lips curved into a warm smile. “We get Mel Morgan on our team. Your abilities will help us greatly. You are not the only one that receives requests to find missing people. The Supreme High Council believes that you will be a priceless addition to our team. As foreboding as it sounds, the future of the DarkWorld isn’t as bright as we’d like to think. All we want is to be prepared for what comes.”
He was definitely getting morbid, but I’d already had a run-in with Darius, and I was beginning to suspect Carter knew something about the Ancient’s contact with me. But I didn’t feel ready to discuss it with him. Not yet.
I smiled and got to my feet, hitching my satchel over my shoulder and holding onto the strap tightly. “I’m in, as long as we are able to coordinate and as long as our cases do not clash. If it ever comes to it, I will choose my own clients over those of the Elite.”
He nodded, his expression kind and understanding. It wasn’t often I came across an officer of any investigative agency who was this approachable. Again, it made me wonder if this was too good to be true.
And then I reminded myself that sometimes I did have to trust.
He got to his feet and walked past me, heading to the bookshelf. He rummaged inside one of the cupboards and handed me a flat box. “Your badge and the agency cellphone.”
I nodded and deposited the box into my satchel without opening it. “Thank you. And I appreciate the agency’s interest in me.”
He smiled and guided me to the door. “My dear, you are far more important then you know. I only hope that when the time comes, you will be able to trust yourself to fulfill your potential.”
I glanced at him, my brow furrowing.
A little cryptic for me.
But he ignored my questioning look and opened the door for me. We said our goodbyes and I headed to the front lounge before teleporting back into my kitchen.
I set my satchel on the table and withdrew the black box. Lifting the lid, I stared at the golden badge, and the brand-new cell phone. Were these two things going to be anchors around my neck?
I certainly hoped not.
Having agreed to the Elite’s proposition, I began to wonder if they had approached anyone else. Certainly Kailin and Logan would be high on my list had I been given a choice.
And so would Saleem.
My heart tightened. I just couldn’t get used to Logan’s situation. I sent off a quick text to Kai, asking about Logan’s condition and how she and Lily were doing.
Eyelids drooping, I longed for sleep, a little unsure now how long I’d been going without a good rest.
Rest would definitely be next on my list.
Chapter 36
Silvanya walked into the kitchen, her hair rumpled, her sweats and tee creased from sleep. I was glad to see that she’d been getting some rest. After an ordeal like hers she’d needed rest and recuperation.
“What news?” her voice was soft and gentle, yet held an unspoken command. She’d had enough and wanted it all to be done.
I was glad to be the bearer of good news. “The Supreme High Council has a team in play. Recon first and once they know the situation, they will head in and extract your father.”
“And incarcerate that . . . woman.” The vicious quality to the princess’s voice didn’t surprise me. In fact, it made me proud of her.
I nodded. “High Councilman Carter has assured me they’d hold her accountable for every bad thing she’s ever done. I believe they already have a long list of crimes.”
Silvanya inhaled deeply, as if all this time she’d not taken a peaceful breath. “How soon before my father is released?” Her eyes went to the staircase, half visible from the kitchen doorway.
I pursed my lips, wondering if she was concerned for Erik’s feelings. “As long as all goes well with the extraction and then the debriefing, likely a day. They’ll want you to come in for a debrief as well. Your testimony could likely be needed to put Elise away for good.”
I felt a twinge of guilt that Erik was somewhere in the house and we were talking so blatantly about his mother.
Silvanya straightened her spine, for a split second seeming to grow taller and thinner. “I will tell them everything they need to know about Elise and more. The woman liked to talk.” She leaned against the fridge and folded her arms. “I’m just worried that a woman of her financial means and her nefarious intentions would have plans in place to ensure she is exonerated quickly. Or at the very least, do some damage to my father’s kingdom.”
I nodded. The princess and I had been on the same line of thinking. “Carter assures me they will be negating the power of her portal key, ensuring she’d never be able to cross the veil again.”
Silvanya’s face tightened, the lines around her eyes deepening. “I would hope so. I’m very much of the mind to lobby for seclusion from the rest of the DarkWorld once I return home.”
I stared at her. Seclusion was not a common practice, especially when the High Council still remained the highest form of authority across all the planes. She’d likely be able to lobby her own people, perhaps draw various Elvin kingdoms together to agree, but they’d still need approval from the High Council and the Ancients.
Her eyebrows arched, clearly seeing right through me. Not that it was a big leap to understand my point of view.
What she suggested was radical.
But I understood why she thought it a desirable option.
I was about to give her my undiluted opinion when my phone rang.
“Excuse me,” I gave her an apologetic smile and she returned in with a slow nod. She pushed off the refrigerator and sauntered off, waving her fingers over her shoulder at me, the smile on her face telling me she understood.
“Hey, Kai,” I said softly, worried that something else was going on. “How you all doing?”
“I’m doing okay. As well as can be expected. Anjelo’s mom isn’t taking it well. I have a feeling she’s blaming me in a way.”
“That’s natural. She’ll realize she’s wrong pretty soon. Give her time.” I spoke the words, hoping Kai would listen. “How’s Lily?”
Kai sighed. “Lily is acting real strange. As if she’d accepted Anjelo’s death even before we’d found him.”
“I wondered the same thing,” I said.
Another sigh.
“And Logan?”
“He’s in some kind of coma. We’ve had him checked out and my dad—of all people—has taken over his care.”
I laughed. “I did not see that coming.”
“Me either,” she said, a smile in her voice. “Let’s hope he makes some progress.”
“He’ll be fine, Kai. Logan is strong.” I stopped speaking as I realized that one person in
this equation had no idea what was going on. “I’m just worried about Saleem.”
Kai cleared her throat. “I was worried about that. You told me they’d planned on a mission to Mithras together?”
“Yeah. According to a message I got from Saleem they should have left before you called me about Logan.”
“When did Saleem message you?”
“A few hours before you called.” I was already beginning to see where she was headed.
“But Logan was missing for much longer than that,” Kai said, regret in her voice.
I sighed now. “Saleem lied to me.”
“He’d have his reasons, Mel.”
I cleared my throat and shrugged off any feelings of hurt I had. Who was I to judge when I was lying to him myself?
And besides, he would have his reasons. I just hoped he’d made the right choice for the right reasons.
I focused on Kai, one more thing on my mind. “Tell me what happened with Storm?” I asked, still feeling numb because if his betrayal.”
“Not until I know more. All I can tell you is we had a full on battle with him, in which he took Logan in exchange for Lily’s release.” Kai inhaled sharply. “Storm isn’t who he says he is. I’m so sorry Mel. I know you and he were close.”
I nodded slowly, not liking that she’d refused to give me further details but understanding her position having been in the very same one with Natasha not too long ago.
“It’s okay. I’ll find out what’s going on soon enough.”
I was about to ring off when she asked, “Are you okay, Mel?”
“Me?” I let out a laugh. “I’m as well as can be expected.”
“You just looked . . . drained. I’m worried.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m fine. I promise. Just overdoing it a little bit but if you tell Saleem I will have to kill you.”
Kai let out a soft laugh, and we both rang off with smiles on out faces.
A small pocket of happiness in a maelstrom of pain.
Chapter 37
I stood in the study, reluctant to cross paths with anyone right now. I’d sent Steph a text bringing her up to speed, checked up on Erik who was in his room, face in his laptop, and had then come to hide out in my study.