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Damien had come to the same conclusion as he: They were now archenemies. One of them must die. If the lab was intact, Damien was more than capable of understanding the serum notes. He had no need of Gideon. He would simply take what he wanted. Whatever happened, Gideon was doomed. Even if he survived this night, he would never have time to perfect the master serum. The flawed mixture in his veins was already destroying him. He prayed that Luke had gotten the family safely out of the house.
If they could make it to the boats, they had a chance. Someday, they might be able to reconstruct his research and finish the master serum. So many things undone, so many possibilities crushed. Gideon would not see his children again in this life, nor would he be able to give the ring to Olivia. He could only hope that the ring would be buried with him, and his family would live. Balthazar, Craven, I will count to sixty. And do not let him damage anything in this laboratory.
Balthazar and Craven both stepped forward. Leave now. I have no wish to kill you. Balthazar sneered and raised his sword. God protect my family. Gideon thrust the fuse into the burner. Lines of fire raced through the dark laboratory, and the world exploded around him.
Luke almost believed they would make it. Halfway to the boats, they heard the explosion. They all turned, their faces suddenly awash in red light from the distant fireball.
Mother let out a sob of horror. His heart was as heavy as iron. He had to save his family. She dropped her bags and ran for the house, but Luke grabbed her arms. Thomas — the stupid oaf — shoved Luke aside, and he and Katherine raced after her.
Only Jane stood still, staring at the distant flames as if trying to understand who had painted them. He wanted to weep. He wanted to scream in rage and frustration. But he had no choice. He had to be the adult now. But first, come. We must help the others. The fire was too intense for them to get close. Whitehot flames danced across the timbers and ate through the walls like cocoon silk.
Thomas tried to charge in, but Katherine and Olivia pulled him back. This is his doing! Jane hid under the dining table, which still sat in the garden. She hugged one of the table legs as if it were the mast of an unsteady ship.
Thomas stormed toward Luke. His face was blackened with soot, and his tears made red lines down his cheeks like ancient Celtic war paint. He may have been only thirteen, but the look in his eyes made Luke take a step back. Luke hated himself for feeling afraid, but his younger brother had always intimidated him. You knew this would happen! You led us away and let Father die! Perhaps you started the fire!
The ringing in his ears, which had started as soon as he took his portion of the serum, became louder. The master serum made him sick. He was trying to keep Lord Vesper from taking our secrets.
He died to give you time to escape. And now you stand here arguing with me when you should be running! His little brother seemed to move in slow motion. Jane started crying. Katherine covered her ears and stared at her brothers in shock. Thomas was crumpled against the table. No one ever trusted him.
And they blamed him for the disaster! You call me a snake? Luke realized she was pummeling him with her tiny fists. Katherine rushed to his aid. Their mother simply stared in horror. For a long while, no one spoke.
There was no sound except the roar of the fire. Luke stared at his hands, suddenly overcome with shame and self-loathing. He had almost killed his brother. Was this because of the serum, or had this evil been inside him all along? Their trust, their love — whatever mutual bond had held them together around this dinner table for so many years — had died along with their father. The flowers blackened, the vegetable garden smoldered, and their family home collapsed in a roar of white heat.
Thomas rubbed his throat. His eyes still looked too large for their sockets. He said nothing, but Luke read his expression perfectly: Your fault. All your fault. This time, Luke controlled himself. The serum was working its way through his body, slowly enhancing his senses, his understanding.
He could see five or six moves ahead, as if the world had become a chess game. He might as well argue with the flames as argue with Thomas.
He could not stay here. None of you would listen. Luke had seen that look too often on plague survivors throughout Ireland and England. He had seen the hollow-eyed women who had lost their entire families, their entire villages. Olivia Cahill might as well be a ghost herself. He turned and walked into the darkness. He heard Jane crying, calling his name. He waited for the others to call him back, to realize their mistake and beg him to stay.
But they never did. Olivia grieved alone. In the morning light, the ruins of the house looked like a black and shattered eggshell. Smoke still burned in her lungs, but her eyes were so painfully dry she could not cry. She had wrapped Gideon in a singed linen sheet, his head cradled in her lap. She stroked his hair, willing him to open his eyes, but of course he did not.
By the time she had found him, he had breathed his last. The flames had not killed him, but the heat and smoke had. Two other men had died in the fire. This had given her a steely anger to counter her grief and enough strength to move their bodies. Ironically, they had fallen across Gideon — perhaps trying to tackle him to prevent him from escaping.
He looked remarkably peaceful. His hair was so sooty and scorched that he appeared young again — all the gray burned away. Her fingers trembled as she caressed his brow. She wanted to shout at the sky. She wanted to curse Gideon for leaving her. She had known when she married him: His heart was too big to be constrained. He cared for her deeply, but he cared for all humanity, too.
He could never give up his mission to improve the lot of the poor and sick, to defeat the plague once and for all. He would do anything to save others. He had died — the stubborn, infuriating, gentle man — because he believed it was the only way to save his work and his family. Shortly after Luke had left, Jane had chased after him. Neither had returned. Olivia had finally shaken herself out of her misery and sent Katherine to find them. A half hour later, Katherine had returned and reported that a boat was missing from the cove.
Luke and Jane had apparently made good their threat and left for the mainland. They blamed their father for not telling them everything, for trusting Vesper and Luke. Luke and Jane had the right idea, they decided. It was time to leave this cursed family.
Their harsh words stung Olivia. She pleaded with them to stay, but Thomas and Katherine were soon gone as well. She stumbled toward the ruins of the house, hoping against hope that she would find Gideon alive.
She needed his strength. Now Olivia was absolutely alone. Or almost so. She hugged her barely swollen belly — praying the unborn child was still safe. Would he still be alive? A fresh wave of guilt washed over her. A fifth child on the way, and now she was a widow. Her other children had fled. She prayed they would come back when their grief and anger subsided. Surely they would not leave her for good. But something told her that their family had permanently shattered. More important — the future of the entire world had splintered.
Separately, they had gone into the world with secrets powerful enough to change history. Judging from what Gideon had told her, each of them carried a serum that would fundamentally alter their chemistry, instilling greatness and talents to them and their descendants for generations to come. They would keep fighting, struggling with one another as they had always done, but now their squabbles would shape the course of civilization.
The world would be their battleground. We will be together again, Gideon had said — a cruel last memory of her husband. She looked down at his lifeless form and clasped his fingers. His gold ring glinted, its strange rows of engraved symbols even more pronounced with soot filling the grooves. Now that burden fell to Olivia. Above all, Lord Vesper must never have it, Gideon once told her. If he asks about it, tell him it has sentimental value. Perhaps an heirloom from your family, which you gave to me as a token of our marriage, eh?
Perhaps that will keep him from demanding it. The man is like a crow. Shiny things catch his eye. He was dressed in black velvet, with soft leather boots and a silver chain around his neck. His expression was appropriately mournful, but his eyes were bright and greedy. Like a crow, Gideon had remarked. She noticed his eyebrows had been scorched clean off. Your men are in the ruins, dead. You killed my husband.
I grieve as much as you do.
I consider this fire a great tragedy. He cared nothing for his dead servants.
Instead, Vesper was mourning the ruins of the lab — all those valuable secrets gone. Olivia did not flinch. Vesper had a reputation for reading faces, but Olivia was an actress of great talent. She could lie as needed, and swaggering men like Lord Vesper did not scare her. Olivia marveled at how blind men could be. Vesper might be a genius, but women and children were alien species to him. Gideon had been right. Hiding the formula with his family had made it nearly invisible to Lord Vesper.
Or of you, my lord. Leaving you all alone? Gideon was well loved by your people. Vesper might have many servants and allies around the world, but he was not well loved by his own people. Then he froze. Vesper had noticed the ring. Generations of Cahills — the future of the world itself — might be shaped by what she said and did next. My wedding token to Gideon?
Would you deprive me of that, too? Go on, then. Take it! He stepped away, immediately losing interest. And a token of love? Worse than useless. He was a predator, a hunter by nature. She stood, clenching her fists.
Had a ragged, soot-covered woman just ordered Lord Vesper to leave? You are a guest here, but no longer. Leave now, my lord. I must bury my husband. Olivia met his eyes and let him know that she — a woman, a grieving wife and mother — was more dangerous right now than any weapon he could ever create. She would get her way, or she would destroy him.
One dangerous predator to another, Lord Vesper seemed to understand her. He nodded, his cold eyes boring into hers. But, madam, I am still the lord of these lands. I will keep my eye on you and your family. For I will remember you. Olivia did not relax until they reached the docks in the distance.
She turned to the ruins of her family house, the burned garden, and the dining table sitting in the fields, the only part of her old life left unscathed. No one would help her bury him, but she would manage. She would lay him to rest in the same graveyard where Cahills had been buried for generations.
Olivia might not be ladylike, young, or beautiful. She might not warrant a second look from a man like Lord Vesper, but she was strong. She could handle a shovel as well as a dagger or a cooking fire. She would need a chain to put it around her neck, she decided. And she had a more important goal to keep her going. She must find a way to bring her children back. We will come together. Olivia rested her hand on her belly, though she could not feel the child kicking yet. She would keep the ring a secret, next to her heart, for the rest of her life.
She must be strong. She needed no serum for that. She only needed her faith in her family. Someday, the Cahills would reunite. No one, not even Lord Damien Vesper, would stop her from succeeding.
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Lies and secrets. Now she could shout out the truth, and no one would hear it. His head thumped, echoing through the Xenophilus Institute of Alchemy, a grand name for a one-room schoolhouse made of clay and dried peat. Maddy Babbitt, scared as a rabbit, they called her. She had acted the part almost all of her nineteen years. To keep attention away.
To keep from being noticed. She almost believed she was that person. The stammer and the apologies had become part of her until her bolder side nearly faded away. Today, when Flynn had swiped her project notes and read them aloud, she had shrunk away. Everyone had dared her to demonstrate. So she had.
And it felt wonderful. She glanced outside, looking for Professor Xenophilus, who had missed class today. A pity. He was probably lost in his own laboratory work, concocting medicines and marvelous inventions. Had it entered your bloodstream directly, it would take an hour. How liberating to speak to a stupefied audience! As she placed the vial into a pouch that hung around her neck, she felt fit to burst. Two decades of pent-up secrets bounced around inside her like unruly puppies before an opening door.
Go ahead. But try as she might, the name Cahill stuck in her throat. Her training was bone deep. As sunlight poked through the clouds and into the room, a tiny windmill of black-and-white sails began to turn on a table.
These knocked a pebble down a chute, striking a hook that released a weighted pulley, which in turn raised a small spring-loaded hammer. The hammer then struck a brass gong, signifying the end of alchemy class.
Soon the distant tune would sound — Mother summoning her, expecting help in the apothecary. Leaving behind the sleepers, Madeleine raced outside. She sped down a sloping path through heather and scrub. Madeleine looked up to the soft-ceilinged sky as she ran. Mother claimed he had been the greatest alchemist and an even better father. She hoped that wherever he was, he was looking down and seeing the results of her alchemy training. Even more, she hoped he was proud.
In a moment, her shoes hit the cobblestones of town. She wove through winding alleys that echoed with the distant sound of a tin flute, piercing and sweet. It was composed by Father and had become the traditional Cahill family song of summoning. As she ran, Madeleine waved to the pink-faced baker and soot-blackened chimney sweep, the burly butcher and weary lamplighter.
She dashed around the corner of Front Street. Carriages groaned up the hill, passing an old beggar woman who slept in the shadow of an abandoned stable. Ahead, the street descended toward the lake, where it flattened and followed the gentle curve of the bank.
At the bottom of the hill stood O. Madeleine slowed. Before the shop, a crowd of people had gathered in the street. A group of men was pounding on the front door. They were dressed in hooded capes of purple and black.
Behind them stood a massive wooden dray cart tethered to pack horses. On the cart, three men lay moaning and half dead. Madeleine stopped. The old man slowly turned his gaze up the hill.
His deadened eyes settled on her. He gestured feebly with an arm that hung at an odd, unnatural angle. Run away, his body language was saying. One of the caped men spun toward Xenophilus, smacking his head with an open fist. How did they know? How could Xenophilus —? Last week. Just a bit. Too strong, and the potion induced coma! Ah, but too weak, and the recipient was half awake, unable to stop from saying his or her innermost thoughts! The look on his face had startled Madeleine.
His usual jovial, patient expression had changed. He seemed confused, as if seeing her for the first time. I must have told him that day, she thought. Under the earlier, weaker formula, I must have revealed my name. It made sense — her father was so often on her mind. Surely Xenophilus would have recognized the name of such a famous alchemist. And now the secret had been beaten out of him — because of me, she thought.
Track down Casper and retrive crucial information. He sends the info about Casper shortly. Learn about Casper Wyoming and Gideon's ring, then you can embark on your mission.
Casper's Ski Chalet Zermatt, Switzerland Outside the chalet, you got a call from Ian, and he asks you to explore the chalet. But first, check the footprint outside, on the snow path.
On your PDA, you got six footprint pictures from Sinead. Three of them matches the footprint you found on the snow. Those three places are Casper's possible hideout.
After that, enter the chalet. Inside the chalet, first check on the trash can, you found Dan's photo and shredded papers. All of it were bring to the table.
Assemble the paper to see three locations, using left and right arrow keys. Next, check the fireplace for photo of Amy.
You see three words with colorful letters. That will help you. On your PDA, you got six footprint pictures from Sinead. Three of them matches the footprint you found on the snow. Those three places are Casper's possible hideout. After that, enter the chalet. Inside the chalet, first check on the trash can, you found Dan's photo and shredded papers.
All of it were bring to the table. Assemble the paper to see three locations, using left and right arrow keys. Next, check the fireplace for photo of Amy.
You see three words with colorful letters. That will help you. Input the three cities. Ian just called you to head there immediately.
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You will meet Natalie at the airport. Conversation with Natalie Once you arrived at the airport, talk to Natalie. She told you that Madrigals found him somewhere in Kensington, but don't know which flat apartment.Damien was not light, but Gideon manhandled him as if he were a straw-stuffed scarecrow. It was written by and published on May 25, Like a crow, Gideon had remarked. It was written by, and published on June 28, The Medusa Plot. Gideon thrust the fuse into the burner.
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