Aaron watched his best friend walk out the door and continued to ponder his comments. Of course, Elliott had no idea that Cadence heard every word that he said. He likely assumed that she had turned her feed off, but the leader had purposely left her on. Despite his frustration, Aaron wanted her to know how the debrief went, what the others had to say, that he recognized the contributions she had made, and that he realized that others had made errors as well. The thought that his best friend might actually be right was more than a little unsettling.
Once everyone was gone, Aaron walked back to
The next morning, Cadence slept in. She couldn’t remember the last time she had actually dozed on past 9:00 or 10:00 o’clock. But this day, she actually slept until almost noon. And, when she finally rolled out of bed, she was slightly trapped in that feeling of impending doom she desperately hated, remembering only her interaction with Aaron at first. Then, the other memories slowly came back, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Christian would be upset with her for rejecting him the night before. Still, she knew she had made the right decision. Though she was attracted to him, she was not interested in a relationship with him, nor was she the kind of girl who fooled around just for fun.
It really wasn’t unusual for Aaron to be up all night. In fact, it was to the point now where he rarely slept at all. The only reason he ever did so was because he truly enjoyed dreaming, especially when those dreams included visions of loved ones long gone. But last night, he had been up for several different reasons, none of them good ones.First of all, he had to attempt to locate Sam, Finn, and Camille and let them know that, if they continued to disobey his directives, they would no longer be eligible for Guardian support of any kind. They had all left without permission last night,
There was enough room on the edge of the bed for her to sit down so she did so, clearing a space on the floor with her foot so that she could place her bag on something other than garbage. “Jack,” she said quietly, rubbing his back. He twitched at her touch but didn’t open his eyes. “Jack? It’s me, Cadence. I came, just like you asked.”After a moment or so of patting his back, he finally began to rouse a bit. He rubbed at his eyes and rolled onto his side. “Cadence?” he said, as if he wasn’t sure exactly where she was.
Aaron had had to call in a few favors, but he’d acquired the information he needed. He had fairly reliable intelligence that Holland was in Paris and that one of their most valuable turncoat Vampires knew exactly where she could be found. He had initially intended to wait for her to come to him. But, now that Henry was dead, too, he knew she’d be working more quickly to amass a larger number of Vampires. If he went to her, not only would he shorten the amount of time she would have to recruit, it would also give him the element of surprise, something he always found to be beneficial.
Cadence hadn’t even gotten Jack fully across the threshold and into the waiting room when the receptionist came running over to help, alerting the nurse to get Dr. Matthews “stat.” The older woman attempted to help Cadence lead him to a nearby chair, though Cadence knew she was really moving him herself. Dr. Matthews was out in just a few seconds, stethoscope in one hand, black bag in the other.Jack’s face was almost as white as the doctor’s lab coat now, and his eyes were glazed over. Cadence stood beside him, holding him back in the chair, afraid that otherwis
Even on their own private jet, the ride from Kansas City to Paris seemed to take forever, and Cadence spent the whole time thinking about Jack and wondering how he was doing. The rest of the team understood that she needed some alone time, and they gave her some space. Before she left Nebraska, Taylor and the rest of her friends arrived at the hospital, and at least one of them was at the hospital around the clock so they could constantly keep her updated once she got off the plane. Nevertheless, she still felt bad leaving Jack when he was so ill.When she had returned to his room that night,
Aaron must have been able to tell how distressed she was, though he didn’t know exactly how bad Jack’s situation was. He seemed to be searching for something comforting to say. Anything would do if it kept her from bursting into tears. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, sitting down on the side of the bed near her knees. “Jack’s a tough guy, right? He can fight this, you know? It’ll be fine.”“You don’t sound very convincing,” she pointed out.
When Cadence woke up the next morning, she was surprised not to see Aaron still sitting on the sofa working. She rolled over and realized he actually had gotten in bed with her. And he was asleep. Although, technically, he was on the bed, not under the blankets as she was, which she found a bit humorous. Clearly, he was concerned with violating her privacy. He had changed clothes into something slightly more comfortable than what had been wearing the night before, and he looked more peaceful than she had ever seen him.He must have felt her staring at him because his eyes began to flutter, and