Few Are Angels #3
By- Inger Iversen
“I’m entirely yours and nothing will change that, not even time or distance.” -EllaElla has accepted her fate of 15 years with Aleixandre, but she won’t accept the fact that he plans to use to powers to eradicate the Chorý race. Neither his promise to release her of her debt early or allow Kale to reside with her in the garden house is enough to make Ella change her mind. Instead, Ella, Kale and Jace look for the mysterious Zdrowy, a group of Chorý thought have been cured of la Luxure.Kale used to be convinced that the Chorý race was nothing but monsters, but do they all deserve to be exterminated? The question plagues Kale as he and Ella search for the mythical group of cured Chorý.
In the final installment of the Few Are Angels series, Ella and Kale are set on a path that not only leads to a cure to the Chorý status, but may offer Kale what he has been chasing his entire immortal life: absolution.
The idea of speaking to Yuri made Kale nervous, even after I reaffirmed my vision had proved his innocence in connection to the death of my parents. I understood his worry, yet I was unable to soothe it. It seemed Kale would just walk around untrusting of anyone in the Council and I understood that, too. I didn’t try to mollify his nervousness. Yuri would have to earn his trust.
In the West Wing of the Council sat Yuri’s chem lab and his living quarters. As Jace told it, years ago the lab swam with scientists and researchers whose main goal was to keep up with the scientific qualities of being an immortal. What that meant, I wasn’t too sure, but Jace didn’t elaborate on it.
Kale and I sat together in Yuri’s lab, on a ratty ol’ loveseat that looked as if it was used for a bed on long work nights. The bags under Yuri’s eyes confirmed my suspicions. Often I caught him staring at me. Sad, yet kind eyes bore right into my soul. He no doubt felt pity for me. Something told me Yuri was a kindhearted man, which only fueled my desire to work with him.
Jace and Sola sat in student style desks beside us as Yuri examined the medical journal.
Caressing the cover, he opened the book and read the library placement card. “The date’s state sixteen sixty-six, and the drawing of crude instruments and old formulas tell that as well. Still, I must question the authenticity of this.” His brow furrowed and he shuffled from foot to foot.
“Why?” I leaned forward. “Do you see something in there that makes you think it was fake?” The book looked real to me, but I wasn’t the professional.
Yuri shook his head, his graying bushy hair fluttered in the wind he created. “No, on the contrary. A lot of the findings in the journal are true. The hitch is that it fell into your friend’s hands here.” He pointed to Sola who looked to all of us with an I-didn’t-do-it look on her face. I almost laughed. “And now it is here, in the Council of all places . . .” His voice trailed off as he stood and ambled around the desk.
His lab was quite unconventional. No beakers, steaming potions, or even lab equipment. I glanced around looking at the almost barren room.
Yuri caught my eye. “Aleixandre has stopped all production.” I peeked up at him confused at his confession. “You seemed curious and I assume my lab is in question.” I nodded. “Once you were found, my methods for searching were no longer needed.”
“What method actually worked?” Sola asked.
“Not one we’d ever want to repeat,” Jace said grimly.
From the look on her face, Sola’s interest was obviously piqued, but she didn’t question any further. Thank goodness.
“Who gave this to you?” Yuri asked facing Sola.
She came forward and took the book. “Caron, in the lab back at Cambridge.”
“Hmm . . . And you say that she—”
“He, Caron is a he,” she interrupted. “He gave it to me . . .” Her face crumpled as if she were hard in thought. “Well, actually, he and I found it in the library when we were working together and we used it for the research.”
Yuri’s eyes narrowed as he scratched his stubbled jaw.
“Not too long after that, I was thrown on a plane and brought here. I mean, the paper was never completed,” she grumbled. “So much for my perfect GPA.”
Yuri picked up the desk phone and placed it to his ear, finger poised over the buttons. “And this Caron, has he tried to contact you since you left school? Perhaps to ask where you disappeared to or how you are doing? I would assume that you two became rather close if you worked together daily.” A bushy eyebrow rose with his question.
Jace pushed away from the wall. “You two aren’t dating, are you?” A blush covered his face as soon as all eyes were on him. “What?” He shoved his fingers through his blond hair, feigning bravado I was sure he didn’t feel. “It was just a question.” His blushing made me chuckle and his interest in Sola is probably what put a frown on Kale’s face.
Sola’s eyes widened and her lips pursed as she addressed Yuri. “As a matter of fact, no. And that’s odd, seeing as how we worked together every day.”
“Every day! What the hell kind of school is this?” Jace’s brow shot well past his forehead, his voice echoing throughout the room.
Had I ever pointed out that his accent is thicker when he was angry? I chuckled louder this time.
“Umm . . . college?” Sola bit her lip and smiled. I wasn’t sure if she knew Jace’s attraction to her or not, but it was seriously hilarious to me. “We worked on this a lot.” She reached into her pocket. “I’ll call him right now.”
She paused when Yuri said, “No need, Sola. What is his first and last name?”
“Caron Rodgers, I think? I just know his badge said Caron R—something.”
Yuri spoke into the phone. “Zed, I’ll need you to discreetly check someone out for me if you aren’t too busy.”
While he filled this Zed in, I turned to Jace and mouthed, “Zed?”
“He is the tech wizard here,” he whispered back. “Think Penelope Garcia and SSA Reid from Criminal Minds all wrapped into one quirky, yet oddly awkward ball of genius.”
“Right now, that guy sounds all kinds of awesome,” I replied. “I could use some quirkiness in my life.”
Inger Iversen lives in Virginia Beach with her tree-hugging boyfriend, Joshua and her overweight lap cat, Max. When not reading or writing she spends her time watching reruns of True Blood, Walking Dead or killing zombies in Call Of Duty. Of course, if the world were to change into some World War Z type situation, she’d probably be the only chick running around searching for a Ray Gun!
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