Sabin, A Seven Novel (43 page)

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We are prepared to leave; all plans are in place. The Seven are united, with Drustus filling Andros’ shoes. Though he will always be missed, we have a job to do, and Drustus has assured us he is up to the task. Once we return, The League will officially swear him in as one of The Seven.

Our weapons are on ready, and Verus is waiting for my command to transcend. Serena stands with her three guards, and I have to give her credit. She’s not a weepy woman, but a stoic, courageous one, even though I know she’s scared shitless right now. Not caring about what the men will say, she steps into my arms and kisses me. It’s a kiss full of passion and love, and if she doesn’t break it off soon, I’m going to head off on this mission with the biggest hard on ever.

“Any time now, Sabin,” Edge says.

Usually it would be Rafe calling out the crap, but ever since his tango with Serena, he says nothing when it involves her. And I can’t blame the man. Apparently she had his balls in quite a vise. I wasn’t aware of how bad it was until later when he told me about it. She actually bruised the poor guy—not that he didn’t have it coming.

“If you don’t make it back here in one piece, I’m going to kick your ass so hard, you won’t be sitting down for days,” she says.

“Where do you come up with this stuff?”

“You. You put these crazy ideas in my head. I used to be a normal girl until I met you. Now go get ‘em, cowboy.” Then she gives my cheek a soft slap, but worse, when I turn around, she pinches my ass, too. The men all chuckle. I glance at her over my shoulder, and she mouths the words, I love you. I wink at her.

Then I say to Verus, “Take us out of here.”

And we find ourselves headed to pay Kor a visit. My brain spins with the scenarios I hope await us. If everything goes as planned, we’ll be in and out with Judgment Day and Kor won’t be bothering anyone anymore.

“Edge, you have the strategy aligned.”

“All of it.”

“Their security is still ours to control?”

“Yes, sir,” he says.

“Then we follow all established plans.”

The trip over is fast and seamless. Once we reach their atmosphere, we go quiet and transparent to avoid detection. It’s my pleasure when I find myself standing in front of Kor again. I should be disturbed that he doesn’t flinch when he sees me, but my boldness overrides everything.

“Ahh, I see you have missed me to return so soon.” His voice sends ice pricks over my skin.

“You’re mistaken. It’s not that I’ve missed you. I’m excited because I’m here to kill you.”

“You have come to kill me?”

“Why else would I be here?”

He twists his head around and asks, “And you brought so few men?”

“I have enough men. There is only one I want to kill.”

“But many stand in your way. And are you sure I’m the one you
need
to kill?”

What’s he playing at here?

“You’ve taken something from us that doesn’t belong to you. We want it back and we’re here to take it. Then I’m going to kill you for all the havoc you’ve wreaked in this universe.”

“But you didn’t give me what I asked for. It was not a fair exchange as you said. And I do not have what you seek.”

It’s the way he says it that sends pricks of fear across my skin. His voice doesn’t carry any of the menace it usually does. He should be enraged over the fake Paradox we left him, but he’s not. He sounds softer, more conversational almost. And for whatever crazy reason, I believe him. But if he doesn’t have Judgment Day, who does? What game is he playing?

Shrugging, I say, “Nonetheless, you harmed my mate. For that alone, you will die.”

“Then it is revenge you seek. But I didn’t harm her. She harmed herself. She refused the food and drink I offered her.”

I am done with him and his silly speech. “You took her prisoner and for that alone you must die.”

We move to take him and Serena was right. He surrounds himself with an impenetrable shield. But this won’t stop me. I’ll die before I walk away from this place, leaving him alive.

Verus knows what to do. He releases MSI and they swarm the place. Their job is to find out how he uses this shield and what to do to break it. He stands before us, unblinking, as we move around the room. Two Shaurok move into position. I kill them. Two more take their place. I kill them. It’s a repeating cycle.

“Rafe, shut the fucking door, so those idiots can’t get in here. I’m tired of this stupid shit.”

The doors close off the entry point for the Shaurok. I send a mental message to Edge, letting him know there will be trouble in the ranks.

Kor becomes agitated. His wall will crumble soon. Without his little army to protect him, he knows it’s over.

Verus says, “It’s about done, Sabin.”

“I know.”

“Kor, do you have anything to tell us?”

His mouth curves. “You should go home.”

“I plan on it. Are you prepared to die?”

His head twists around and I am done with his silly games. I reach for him again but hit the barrier I can’t penetrate.

“Verus?”

“Working on it.”

Kor’s voice ratchets up a notch and pierces my ears. “I do not have what you seek.”

Edge? Anything yet?

No, nothing. Need more time.

Stepping closer to Kor, I ask, “What game do you play?”

“There is no game anymore, Sabin, commander of The Seven. The game is over.”

Verus moves behind me and says, “Now, Sabin.”

I reach my hand toward Kor and the barrier is gone. But when I touch him, his body shatters into a million particles of dust.

“What the fuck just happened?” I scream.

“I don’t know.”

Edge? Anything?

“No, can’t find it!”

“Well, he made that easy for us,” Rafe says.

“I have a really bad feeling about this,” I say.

“So do I.” Verus chimes in.

“It was the way he told us to go home. Something’s not right. Edge hasn’t found Judgment Day either. Let’s get out of here.”

I tell Edge to head for home. “Something isn’t right back there. Rendezvous outside at our designated point.”

“On the way.”

Not much later, we’re heading back to Nyan’trua.

I’d give anything for nerves of steel right now. Instead, I’m nothing but a lumpy pile of mush. The three guards try to help, telling me that the men will be fine, but I won’t believe it until I see them back here, safe and in one piece.

The four of us are eating one of Kernell’s spectacular lunches in the dining room, when Graylyn knocks and enters.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you, miss, but we have a problem.”

Leaping to my feet, I cry, “What?”

“Oh, no, it’s not that,” she says.

My hand rubs my chest, and I practically feel my heart jumping through my sternum.

“It’s not L’han,” Graylyn emphasizes. “It’s Ali’yah. She is requesting an audience with you. I have adamantly stated she is not welcome and she should leave, but the woman insists. She refuses to leave.” Graylyn wrings her hands and says, “I’m afraid I don’t know what to do.”

“Sabin does not want her here,” Touhurandrun says. “He’s made that clear to us.

“True, but why did she come? She knows he wants her banished. She’s taken a huge risk in coming here. Who let her in?”

Graylyn’s head hangs down. “I did, miss. I didn’t realize she would push her way through when I opened the door. I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Graylyn.”

“I suppose I should see what she wants.” I follow Graylyn from the room with Hrennuan, Druh’ahan, and Touhurandrun trailing me.

“I’ve gotta say, I’m not all happy faced about this.”

“Serena, she won’t do anything with us flanking you,” Hrennuan says.

Ali’yah waits in one of the many living rooms, dens, or whatever you want to call them. She is, as I remember, supremely beautiful. And why wouldn’t she be? I can’t imagine Sabin being with anyone less than that. Then I recall that he wants me permanently and I wonder if I will live up to his expectations. Elbowing those thoughts aside, I hold my head high and stride with confidence into the room.

Ali’yah stands proudly before me. She looks different … less threatening, perhaps? Maybe it’s because I have my hulk team with me. She offers me an apprehensive smile and it throws me a bit. This is not at all what I expect. Then her arm extends as she offers me her hand in greeting. I’m shocked and it shows on my face, because she chuckles and doesn’t sneer like I was expecting she would.

“You’re surprised to see me. After our last meeting, I’m sure I’m the last person you want to see. How do you say on Earth? Bitchy? Yes, I was quite bitchy, wasn’t I?”

Before she can say another word, we’re interrupted by one of the men from the sec center.

“Ma’am, sorry to disturb you, but the patient, Melody Hampton, is not in her unit.”

“What? Where is she?”

“We don’t know, ma’am. She was there minutes ago, but when we did our check again, she was gone.”

I turn to Druh’ahan and ask him to check on it. When he’s gone, I turn back to Ali’yah. “You were saying?” Half of me listens to her and the other half worries about Melody. Where the hell is she?

Ali’yah asks, “If this is a bad time?”

Really? She knows she’s not welcome here. “No, since you’re here, go on.”

“I wanted to tell you how absolutely sorry I am for the way I treated you when I came here. I nearly killed you. That most certainly was not my intention, but I leveled my strength against you and I should never have done that, knowing I’m much stronger than you. It was pure spite and jealousy. Call it the woman scorned. Only I wasn’t scorned. Sabin never did anything wrong. I was the one who ruined everything. It’s taken me a long time to figure things out in my less than intelligent head, but I think I’m finally getting there. I came because I know Sabin wants me banished and I don’t blame him. I would want the same. My hope is that he doesn’t pursue this. I’m sure it’s too much to ask for your forgiveness, but I had to offer my apology nevertheless.”

To say that I’m stupefied into utter silence can’t even come close to what I’m experiencing. I don’t even know I’m standing there with my mouth hanging open until Hrennuan leans over to me and says, “Serena, you might want to either close your mouth or respond to her.”

“Uh, yeah.” Shaking my head a bit, I blink several times, processing what she’s said. Is this really the woman who knocked my ass across the terrace and almost killed me? It doesn’t seem possible. Is she suffering from multiple personality disorder?

Hrennuan leans over again and says, “Serena, don’t forget about how your thoughts project.”

“Right. So, Ali’yah, about that almost killing me thing. What would you say to someone who came into your home, knocked the shit out of you so badly you almost died, and then came back asking you to forgive her? Oh, and by the way, lied about her
ex
-husband?”

At least Ali’yah has the courtesy to wilt in front of me. And she does—like a flower in the August sun in South Carolina. “That was reprehensible of me. You didn’t deserve that.”

“No, I didn’t. But you didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know what I would do, to be honest.”

“I’m not gonna lie. I don’t know if I can forgive…”

I don’t get a chance to finish. Druh’ahan and one of the men from the sec center, which I’m ashamed to say I don’t know his name, return and report their findings.

I say to Ali’yah, “Excuse us a minute,” and pull them out of the room.

Druh’ahan rubs his head. He screws up his mouth for a second and then says, “It’s the damnedest thing. The SIMD was turned off. It wasn’t aware the patient was gone. She’s nowhere to be found. We had the place swept and she didn’t turn up anywhere.”

“That’s ridiculous. She has to be here somewhere,” I say.

“Of course she is. But the true question is, how can she disguise herself so well? She’s only a human.” It was Hrennuan who spoke this time.

I scowl. It annoys me when they display their superior attitude toward humans. “Hey! Not all humans are stupid.”