Jester decided it was best if he went home for a day or so. He was curious (and maybe a bit suspicious) about the renovations his mother kept mentioning whenever he called. Alisa owned their building now—anything was possible.
He weighed his options as he made his way to the Commander’s office.
Considering the situation, it didn’t seem like the captured criminals had any more information to give. And even if they did, he was certain Agent Alveston could handle them. Agent Kaye and Agent d’Or were fully occupied with coordinating with both the police and the TWMO in apprehending the rest of Estacio’s crew and checking for anything that could give them a clue about what the Coven was really up to. Agent Boris was devoting himself to tracking down the silver pieces Hogar had mentioned, while Diane and Dr. Hansel were studying the ring that Hogar claimed was made from Anomaly remains. Alisa was dividing her time between helping Agent Boris coa
Jester chose not to comment on his mother’s advice. For some reason, it had sounded almost like a plea.So instead, he pulled out a small bundle wrapped in paper. It was the object Alveston had gone to retrieve—earning him a black eye from its keeper—and Cressida’s eyes widened when she recognized what it was.“So, your elf friend succeeded,” she said, taking the package.“Not without difficulty, I’m told.”“No, I don’t imagine that little minx would have been glad to give this up. Even though she doesn’t know what this really was.”Cressida unwrapped it. Inside was a rectangular slab of black rock, roughly the same size as her palm. On one side was an engraved design of an eye and a star, sparkling as if drawn on with golden ink. A Wishing Stone. It was basically pure power in the form of a tacky paperweight. And there were only six of these in existence. T
Jester dropped his mother off at the morgue a little after lunch the following day.He would have preferred to observe as she examined Estacio’s body, but the Commander had apparently returned a day early, and she sent him an urgent message requesting his presence. He wondered if there had been any new leads on the Coven, or if the Commander had a new vision. He hoped that this really was an urgent matter and not one of her whims—she once sent him an urgent summons because she couldn’t get her new coffee machine to work properly.“Let’s have dinner together later,” his mother told him right before he left. “Why don’t you ask Alisa to join us—”“No.”“Oh, where’s the harm? It would be nice to talk to her again—”“Then you two can eat by yourselves. Leave me out of it.”Jester left quickly after that, reminding Musa to keep an eye on his
I gaped.You know that expression people use when they learn something shocking, saying that it feels like their whole world was suddenly turned upside-down? I never really understood what that meant. Until now.I was literally at a loss for words. I just sat there, and stared at my father as if he had suddenly sprouted a second head or something. What Dad just said was something so beyond my expectations, I’d normally think he was joking. But I know he isn’t. I can tell that much with my Gift. And he would never joke about something like this.“What do you mean…you found Mom?”Two possibilities immediately crossed my mind: one, Dad found her remains (bones, maybe?) somewhere and that’s what he meant; or two, Mom was never dead in the first place, and saying he found her means indirectly admitting to the sin of deceiving his entire family.“Mom’s dead…Are…are you saying you found her&he
She started by telling him about her mother.Alisa told him how her mother had disappeared—and had been presumed dead, though they never found the body—when she was five years old. She told him about the naiad and the island, how she survived, and how she came to think that maybe what happened to her mother was her fault.Alisa told him how she thought that she could have unconsciously been using her Gift and that she killed her.“Not that I like repeating myself, but that’s bullshit. And you know it,” Jester told her bluntly. “Your mother did what any mother would have done. You didn’t force her to risk her life.”“How would you know that?” she asked sharply. “How would anyone know that? You weren’t there, but I was. You don’t know how powerful my Gift can be if I don’t control it—”“Oh, I think everyone on this floor is aware of how powerful you
“…Are you being serious right now?” demanded Jester.“If I am?”“That’s absurd!”“It is, isn’t it?” the old lady said. Then she cackled loudly, and Jester felt like an idiot for believing her, even if it was just for a moment.“It is quite a ridiculous notion. To think that the well-being of all three worlds would depend on the love between two people. It’s like a romance novel.”“It’s not a funny joke, Commander.”“Oh, let an old lady have her fun. In such troubled times, we can’t forget to have a laugh now and then.”Jester just sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Try not to drag other people into your jokes, please.” He glanced at the time, did some quick calculations in his mind. He decided it would be a good opportunity to excuse himself. “If there’s nothing urgent you want from me, C
Freya couldn’t have been more shocked if I had taken out a laser gun and hit her between the eyes. Before she could comment though, I hurriedly explained.“Oh, don’t look so horrified. Think of it as an undercover operation,” I said, smiling winningly at her—it works on everyone, except Jester (believe me, I have tried). “Besides, you’re not the only one who’ll be there. It’s going to be fun!”She glared at me. “Who else is coming?”“Well, everyone. Except the doctor and Diane.”“…even the Vice-Commander? He’ll have to dress up all fancy, too?”My cheeks turned red as my imagination went into overdrive. A grin split my face as I saw an image in my head of Jester Lee with his hair swept back, wearing a black tuxedo, offering me his arm as my escort…“Oh, yes. Definitely. Absolutely,” I answered Freya. I will use any
Traffic was bad for a weekday night. Alisa searched for a better route on the display on her dash, and she didn’t answer right away. Maybe she was gathering her thoughts, and Freya wondered if what she had asked was something a little too personal. Maybe she shouldn’t pry—“I think the answer to your question…isn’t just one thing. I had a pretty hard time growing up because of my Gift and my family. Don’t get me wrong—I am very much the spoiled little princess you think I am,” said Alisa with a small smile. “I grew up with plenty of love. I have a great relationship with my dad and siblings and even our extended family. But it wasn’t always like that. When my Gift was discovered, and the details were disclosed, people began to treat me…differently. Among the Vegas, there are quite a few of the Gifted. But I’m the only one who was ever included among the TWMO’s Most Dangerous, and that became
Jester knew he said something very wrong before he even got the last word out. Alisa’s gaze turned hard, and her lips pressed together.“Are you telling me what to do?” she asked, in a tone that clearly indicated that the only correct answer would be ‘no’.So, Jester said, “No.” Then he added, “I’m just saying you should be more careful. Simply leaving the HQ puts you at risk. We don’t know who the spy is inside the AG, much less who could be a threat to you outside.”“I don’t see what the problem is. The Commander gave me permission, and Freya was with me.”“Still. If it’s not necessary for you to go out, then you shouldn’t. If there’s something you need that the HQ can’t provide, then have your PA bring it over, or send someone else to—"“It was necessary,” said Alisa. “I went to House Zagreb for my fitting&mda