by Jade Kerrion
Zara’s eyes narrowed even as her breath caught. It was impossible. “The results can’t be right. Danyael is one of Galahad’s genetic donors; there would be similar genetic markers.”
“Yes, of course, but not all of Galahad comes from Danyael. If Galahad were the father, the baby’s genotype would have matched against his, but it didn’t.” Maria shrugged. “I know you felt certain that Galahad’s the father, so I had two other independent laboratories run the analysis. They came back with the same results; Danyael is your baby’s father.” Maria’s smile wobbled. “I guess it simplifies that acknowledgment form. No awkward explanations needed.”
Zara stared down at the tablet. The now familiar flutters in her lower abdomen told her the baby was squirming as she almost always did after breakfast. Zara placed her hand over the light movements and got a firm kick in return. Danyael…You’re Danyael’s child.
She exhaled sharply. The tight pressure around her chest vanished. In that instant, the path forward was perfectly clear, perfectly obvious.
She set down the tablet and the stylus down, the electronic forms unsigned.
Maria’s head snapped up. Her green eyes searched Zara’s face as she breathed the words out. “You’re not going through with it.”
“I’m not giving up Danyael’s baby.” Zara stroked her barely visible curve of her stomach. She drew a deep breath and stepped into the future that seemed suddenly brighter. “Tell me what to expect now that I’m expecting.”
Epilogue
Zara set down her cup of coffee on the breakfast table and absentmindedly pushed it out of the reach of the five-month-old baby who squirmed on her lap. She lifted a spoon of yogurt to the baby’s mouth. A streak of yogurt smeared on Laura Itani’s golden hair, but most of it got past the two teeth on her lower gums.
Laura swallowed loudly, smacked her lips, and grinned up at Zara.
Zara’s response was an equally absentminded kiss on Laura’s forehead before she turned her attention back to the project that had consumed all her time since she had last seen Danyael eight months earlier. She tapped on her electronic tablet to expand a section of the engineering plans for ADX Florence. The prison had been designed to withstand a nuclear attack. Breaking in would likely require far more subtlety than pounding on the doors with an armored personnel carrier. She huffed out a breath as she finalized her plans. Crawling through sewer tunnels and air ducts wasn’t high on her list of favorite things, but for Danyael…
For Danyael, she would do it, even though the chances of escaping with him was somewhere in the single digits. She had done crazier things in the past, with far less at stake. It would be a novelty to finally spend her skills, and if required, her life, on something that meant everything to her.
A sharp ache stabbed her chest. If she did not make it out alive, Xin would ensure Laura was raised with the care befitting the daughter of an alpha empath. Zara leaned gently against her child and drew in a deep breath of Laura’s sweet fragrance. “I’ll bring your daddy home,” she murmured against her daughter’s hair.
Laura cooed and babbled as if she understood. Her little fingers reached up and snagged Zara’s earring.
A note flashed on the tablet. Frowning, Zara tapped on it to bring up the breaking news.
Her eyes widened. Disbelief fisted in her throat.
Less than a half hour earlier, the mutant terrorist group, Sakti, had engineered a mass prison break from ADX Florence, freeing more than a hundred mutants. Names were not mentioned, but Danyael was among them. She knew it.
The breath she held escaped with a whoosh.
Danyael. Free. On the run. A fugitive from the law and under the protection of terrorists armed with the latest in high-tech weapons and deadly mutant powers.
She did not have to break into ADX Florence—fabulous—but now she had to fight her way through Sakti and convince Danyael that the people who had freed him from his life sentence in hell—people who were mutants like him—could not possibly mean as much to him as she did, the woman who had betrayed him.
A self-mocking smile inched across her face, and her violet eyes—the same color as Laura’s—gleamed. How hard could it possibly be?
Tell me who you love and I will tell you who you are.
“I’ve finally figured out who I am,” she murmured. “And one day soon, Danyael, you’ll know it too.”
THE END
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Dee gritted her teeth and winced as her brother screamed. The sound raked like nails on chalkboard, shuddering down her spine. She glanced at her watch. Dum was eight minutes into a half-hour session; she did not think he would make it the entire way. He had never made it through a lesson, not without passing out or throwing up.
“You have to focus.” Arlene Gunter’s gravelly voice had the crisp bite of a New York accent. The white-haired woman sighed. She was pencil-thin and sat with her hands neatly folded in her lap. Her brow furrowed with the hint of a frown, her lined face making her appear older than her sixty-five years. “Catch your breath, and we’ll try again.”
Dum, his shoulders hunched against the pain, shuddered in his seat. His white-knuckled fingers clenched into the side of his chair, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He did not look up, nor did he attempt to meet Dee’s gaze.
Dee ground her teeth at the obvious conclusion. Dum did not expect sympathy or support from her. Idiot. Did he think it was easy for her to sit across from him each day and watch him suffer through the torture they called “training”?
“All right,” Arlene said, straightening in her chair. “Let’s try again.”
To take her mind off the erratic rhythm of Dum’s heaving breaths, Dee allowed her gaze to drift across the training room. It was small but comfortable, one of the more attractive training rooms in the Mutant Affairs Council headquarters. Framed pictures of seascapes dotted the cream-painted walls. Suede couches and chairs, the soft color of bronzed honey, were plush and inviting.
Dee flipped over to sprawl on her stomach and stared without interest at the bowl of candy. The bowl was refreshed each day; today, it offered gold- and silver-foiled chocolate, but even that treat failed to lure her. I’m way past anything chocolate can redeem.
Dum’s scream, a high-pitched sound of an animal in pain, ripped through her. Dee jerked upright and glared at Arlene.
The old woman shook her head and sighed again, a careworn sound. “I barely pushed.”
“He’s tired,” Dee retorted.
“That’s a pitiful excuse. His enemies are not going to care if he’s tired when they attack. And as for you—”
Pain stabbed like daggers into Dee’s mind. She doubled over, whimpering, as nausea churned through her stomach.
Arlene huffed, exasperated.
Dee yanked a stingy gasp of air into her burning lungs and looked up at the alpha telepath. “Damn you.”
“I’m teaching you to be strong.”
“You don’t teach strength by beating people up.” Dee threw her arm around her brother’s trembling shoulders. Gently, she brushed sweat-soaked locks from his brow. “You’ve done nothing but hurt him.”
“He needs strong psychic shields, and this is the only way to build them.”
“Your way isn’t working.”
Arlene flicked her wrist in a dismissive gesture. “I have trained hundreds of people and found none as stubborn as the two of you. This process should have taken weeks, not months. We’re coming up on six months now, and his shields are no stronger than they were the day he walked in.”
The door opened, and Seth Copper looked into the room. The newly appointed director-general of the Mutant Affairs Council was in his early fifties, but he possessed the vitality of a younger man and the chiseled good looks of a movie star. He
wore a black suit, tieless, with the careless grace of a model. “Is there a problem here?” he asked. His voice, a polished bass, could have made anyone believe anything.
Dee sighed. “It depends on your point of view.”
Seth’s deep blue gaze flicked over Dum. “Arlene, call it a day. I’ll take it from here. There’s something I need to tell them anyway.”
Shaking her head, Arlene pushed to her feet and stalked out of the room. Seth shut the door behind her and sat down in the chair that Arlene had vacated. “How are you two doing?”
“Better, now that you’re here. I don’t see why you can’t train Dum instead of Arlene and Henry training him. You’d do a much better job.”
Seth chuckled, but the sound lacked humor. “Thank you for the vote of confidence, but training is what I’ve come to talk about. There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just get it out and then answer all your questions. I’ve just been informed that we’re no longer allowed to train you…” His gaze flashed over to Dum. “Specifically, we’re no longer permitted to train Dum.”
Dee’s jaw dropped. “But without training, he’s never going to be normal. You promised to train him to use his powers.”
“And someday, I’m sure we can. It’s just that, right now, the political climate isn’t receptive to the idea of training mutants who were formerly associated with a terrorist group—”
Dee bristled. “We were never a part of Sakti.”
“But you lived at Elysium, which was a front for Sakti, and you were both openly mentored by Elysium’s founder, Reyes Maddox.”
“Reyes had nothing to do with Sakti.”
Seth’s tone remained calm, even reasonable. “Reyes had everything to do with Sakti. His clone led Sakti—”
Dee shot to her feet. “His clone, not Reyes!”
Seth sighed. “Dee, things aren’t as black and white as they appear to you—”
“Nothing has been black and white for months now. I don’t know enemies from friends. After the council attacked and destroyed Elysium six months ago—and killed hundreds of its residents—you took us in and offered to train Dum. Now that the political opinion has flipped, you’ve decided not to help us? He needs your help.”
Seth reached for Dee’s hand. His grasp was firm but gentle. Dee’s racing pulse steadied at his touch. He smiled, and the corner of his eyes crinkled, matching his warmth and humor. “You’re right, Dum needs help. Officially, the Mutant Affairs Council can’t help you, but I still can, and I want to. I’m not going to abandon either of you.”
“Okay.” The tightness around her chest eased. Dee glanced at her brother, but Dum’s brown-eyed gaze was rooted to the carpet. She exhaled, the sound scarcely more than a sigh. “Won’t helping Dum get you into trouble?”
“Yes, and that’s why we’ll have to keep it low key. My position at the Mutant Affairs Council won’t protect me from the repercussions of working with someone on the blacklist. I can train Dum, but it’s not going to stay a secret for long if you’re at the training sessions with him. It’s best if you run interference. If others are busy watching you, they won’t have time to question what Dum is doing with his time.”
Her instincts flared and Dee scowled. “I don’t like that. I’m sticking with him.”
Seth frowned.
Dee shivered at the barely perceptible, downward curve of his lips.
Seth’s tone remained reasonable, but she acutely sensed his displeasure when he asked, “And what have you accomplished in the past six months of attending his training sessions? Nothing.”
The truth rankled, but Dee braced herself against the nagging doubt and shook her head. “I need to watch out for him.”
“Dee, you’re both seventeen. He can watch out for himself, and you’re going to have to start living separate lives.”
“Maybe, but not yet.”
“It’ll have to be soon. I am the only one who can help you, but you can’t, in all fairness, expect me to take that kind of professional risk for Dum without your cooperation.”
Dee swallowed hard. Her legs trembled at the thought of losing their only friend and supporter at the Mutant Affairs Council. She sank into her chair and laced her fingers around her knees. She looked up at Seth. His expression was compassionate, and she garnered enough courage to ask, “What…what about Danyael?”
An expression flashed across Seth’s face, too fast, indecipherable. “Danyael Sabre wants nothing to do with the council.”
“But he’s an alpha empath, and if anyone can help Dum—”
“Danyael is a class-five threat, and Dum is on the blacklist. The last thing Dum needs at this point is to be associated with a class-five threat.” Seth pushed to his feet. His disapproval rocked her like a blast of frigid air. “Think it over, Dee, and get back to me when you think Dum is ready to move ahead with his training.”
He closed the door behind him and left them to the silence of their thoughts. Dee’s sigh broke the quiet that fell over the room. She glanced at her twin brother. Dum huddled in his chair, his arms wrapped around his denim-clad legs. His brown hair fell in an unruly mop, concealing his eyes. “What do you think?” she asked him.
Dum said nothing. She did not expect a reply from him. After all, he had not spoken since he was five.
Fifteen minutes later, Dee and Dum left the training room, tossed out by two alpha telepaths who had a working session scheduled in the room. Dee’s stomach rumbled as she headed down the corridor toward the dining room. Dum followed, lost in his own world. Dimly, Dee could hear the music blasting out of the ear pods tucked into Dum’s ears.
They were not the only ones at dinner, but somehow, Dee did not think she and Dum would be welcomed by the quartet of alpha mutants chatting at a corner booth. Instead, she filled her plate at the buffet table and settled down a small table on the opposite side of the room. Dum sat across from her and began eating in his precise, methodical way. She watched him for a moment and then, with a sigh, started on her own dinner. The food was good, the selection extensive, and the quality exceptional; nothing at all like the single-course, mass-produced meals at Elysium.
Elysium, tucked into a Colorado mountainside, had once been a thriving sanctuary, a home to human derivatives—clones, in vitros, and mutants—seeking a fairer and simpler way of life. It was gone now, and with it, the chaotic swirl of people and the bustle and laughter that accompanied each day. At the council headquarters in Alexandria, Virginia, Dee was surrounded with more comfort, ease, and luxury than she had ever enjoyed in her life, but she missed Elysium desperately.
“Can I join you?”
Dee looked up into Jessica Richardson’s bright blue eyes. The teenager balanced her tray unsteadily on her hand. Slim and attractive, with long blond hair that fell like silk around her shoulders, Jessica was two years younger than Dee and Dum, but had lived at the council headquarters for most of her life. She was one of the council trained; a young and powerful alpha mutant raised by the council.
Jessica was also a girl in the flush of a youthful crush. Dum glanced up, looked at her with as much attention as he would have given a blank wall, and refocused on his dinner plate. The hopeful expression on Jessica’s face fell.
Dee chuckled. “Have a seat.”
Her welcome lured the smile back to Jessica’s face. Jessica pulled out a chair with one hand. Her tray wobbled, tilted dangerously, and then straightened, as if supported by an invisible hand.
“Those telekinetic powers sure come in handy,” Dee said with a straight face.
Jessica giggled as she sat next to Dee, conveniently, Dee noted, in full view of Dum. Dee kicked him under the table to get him to notice the pretty blond flirting with him, but he only moved his legs away. Stupid lump, she thought.
“It’s okay,” Jessica said, a soft sigh in her voice.
Dee glared at her.
Jessica had the grace to flush. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like people reading your thoughts, but you’re not shi
elded, and it’s hard not to eavesdrop.”
Dee shrugged. Jessica could not help being an alpha telepath and telekinetic, just as Dee could not help being a boring and untalented human. “After living here for half a year, you’d think I’d have figured out how to take mutants in stride, but I haven’t. Then again, I don’t exactly score points for being clued in.” She waved her fork at her twin brother. “I lived next to a mutant all my life, but never knew until six months ago, either.”
“Empaths are hard to identify,” Jessica said quietly.
Jessica’s mention of empaths triggered the memory of Danyael Sabre. “How well do you know Danyael?”
A hint of sadness passed over Jessica’s vivacious features. “Not well. He’s council trained, like me, but he chose not to become an enforcer. We met a couple of times previously when he came through the council headquarters on visits, but I never really knew him well.” Her voice trailed off briefly. “He saved my life, you know.”
“He did? When Sakti attacked D.C.?”
Jessica nodded.
“What happened out there? It’s been two months, but everyone shuts down when I ask about it. Is it supposed to be some kind of secret?”
Jessica shook her head. “No, of course not. It’s just…difficult.”
“Difficult to do what? Provide a simple narrative of what happened?”
“It’s not simple. Power scares us, especially power we don’t understand and can’t control.”
“But all of you are alpha mutants.”
“Danyael’s the only alpha empath most of us know, and after what he did on July Fourth, I don’t think anyone sleeps easy at night anymore.”
“Is that why the council won’t train Dum? Because he’s an empath, like Danyael?”
“Yes, that’s part of the reason. There are lots of empaths, but most don’t account for anything. Empathy is weak, mostly, but the council is worried because Dum has the potential to be a powerful empath like Danyael.”