Secrets of the Guardian (Waldgrave Book 3) (6 page)

He looked back at Lena, who sat in silence trying to take it all in. He had been exposed through his wife? He had commented once that Lena reminded him of his wife; no wonder he’d seemed to hate her so much. It might have been motive enough to set the fire that killed her, but if that was the case, then where were her ashes? Daray was a compulsive collector, and if he had access to having them he would have had them on display with the rest. Or maybe, if he hated her that much, he would have gotten rid of her altogether…?

“You’re sure he got it from Olesia?” Lena asked.

“Absolutely not.” The doctor said without pausing. “There are other possibilities.”

Lena looked back up at Doctor Evans, who had been watching her in quiet contemplation. Lena gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I never knew a whole lot about this side of my family, and I guess it’s interesting to me. I wish I had more family to know.”

Doctor Evans smiled back, and then sighed. He grabbed a folder from behind him, flipped it open, and then started marking things down as he checked Devin’s vital signs. He went to lift the blanket, presumably to check Devin’s staples and stitches, and paused. “You might want to step out for this…”

Lena stepped outside the curtain and looked around at the richly adorned room while she waited for the doctor to call her back in. Moments later, however, he stepped out with her; once again, he was all smiles and professionalism.

“He’s going to need some rest, so I suggest we leave him alone until he’s more awake and aware. I’ll keep you updated, if you like, and we can come up together again tomorrow?”

“Thank you, that would be excellent. And of course, thank you for bringing to my attention your concerns regarding Silenti with human immune systems. I believe I would like to fund your efforts, if you decide to research the subject further.” Lena compulsively stuck out her hand, and the doctor shook it; he allowed his grasp to linger for just a moment, and then brought his other hand up to cover hers completely.

“Miss Collins, I wonder if you might be able to keep one more secret?” He leaned in towards her, his kindly old eyes holding a slight touch of mischievousness. “One that most definitely might fall under doctor-patient confidentiality?”

Lena looked him up and down, and then gave him a nod. He gestured for her to follow him to a computer stationed on a desk across the room, and after searching through a date book, he jotted something down on a slip of paper and handed it to her. Lena studied it momentarily; it was a street address in South Carolina. She looked back up at the doctor. “What’s this?”

“Um…well.” He scratched his head, squinted his eyes shut, and then looked back at the curtained space across the room. “It’s an address. Olesia asked me once to write to someone, a sister, I suppose, who lived there. But I have no idea if she’s still there. I got the impression that most of her family were as secretive and private as she was, and I don’t think they would take kindly to the Council having hold of this address, if you catch my meaning.”

Lena raised her eyebrows, and shared a knowing nod with the doctor. Her heart almost skipped a beat; any information about either Pyrallis or Olesia might shed light on what had happened so many years ago, and who Lena really was. “I do. I’ll be sure this stays between us then…doctor-patient confidentiality. Thank you so much.”

He showed her to the door, and Lena went back down to her room for the night. It was all so confusing; if Doctor Evans had known Pyrallis, the Daray’s son, since he was young, then he most certainly couldn’t have been an imposter who stepped in after the fire. But then who was Jack Durand? And why was Olesia listed as the Daray’s daughter in some of the family trees? She tucked the address that Doctor Evans had given her into her journal, determined that she would go there someday soon when her restrictions were lifted.

Devin’s recovery was slow and weak; amazingly, he had managed to regenerate the portions of his liver that he had lost. The doctor assured them that while he probably didn’t have the DNA to regenerate the kidney he had lost, he would be able to function on just one. When he was able to communicate finally, he told Lena that her escape, and Rollin’s subsequent extreme and fanatical hunt for the one who had helped her, had driven off a great deal of his supporters. It had been Tab that had turned him in eventually, scared for his own life and others; Rollin had threatened to start killing at random if the culprit wasn’t found. Even though Rollin’s group had somewhat disbanded, and everyone was glad the immediate threat was over, Lena doubted it would take him long to regroup. He was a very charismatic speaker, he had a real cause, and there were a lot of suffering human-borns out there.

Cheryl had remained by Devin’s bed side almost constantly, helping the doctor with whatever was needed; Lena was glad for this, because her political career had stepped into a rapid pace since Griffin’s departure. He hadn’t contacted her since leaving, and she had felt it necessary to fetch Darius from the Channings, with Howard’s help, only two weeks after Griffin had left because there was blatant evidence that people were doubting Griffin would ever come back. She had written him several times in the first few weeks, but he had only ever sent her money transfers in response; his cell phone had been disconnected.

The world went on without him, but Lena still missed him terribly. He had filled an emptiness in her life for so long, and while the wounds surrounding her father’s death were mending over, she found that Griffin had created a new niche in her soul next to the one that her father had left. She didn’t miss him as she had feared she would—his protection, his leadership, and the way he always seemed to be there to catch her. They were strange, the things she missed; the way he would cross his arms and look at her when he got into one of his moods, the way he had constantly one-upped her in the quest for household dominance, his presence at the dinner table, even the small smile that would creep onto Cheryl’s face when he yelled at her from across the house because she had left a note telling him to put his own damn clothes away.

She had spoken to Hesper about it, but she was of little use on the subject; Griffin had never felt much more than disappointment and indifference toward his sister. She had retreated back to Australia with her husband and family; they were still living with Eric’s parents, which suited both of them nicely. Greg had healed up and talked with Lena over the phone once or twice; she couldn’t wait to see all of them again. The Council meeting was growing ever closer, but until then, Lena sought Serena and Hesper’s help over the phone for issues related to Waldgrave’s new charge.

Darius was a happy little boy who still resembled his older brother; at times this troubled Lena because she knew there would never be any chance of hiding him, and at others it troubled her because of how much she missed Griffin despite his moodiness. The child was extremely intelligent and eager. He was just starting to walk and had enough words and expressions to get his message across, which kept the tantrums to a minimum. Lena entrusted him to Mrs. Ralston, who seemed to enjoy having a baby around, even while she tried twice as hard as usual to get all the cooking done because no one had brought any help with them due to the heightened fear of human-born assassins. Darius would sit and watch from his high chair, playing with anything too big to swallow, as Rosaleen, Pete, Cheryl, and on occasion Howard or Lena, did dishes and prepared meals.

There was a moment of worry, several weeks down the road, when Devin’s body had botched the repair on his intestines by trying to regrow the lost sections, clouding them full of regenerative scar tissue; the doctor had excised the offending masses, and while he believed Devin was in the clear, he warned them that there would probably always be a risk of rampaging regenerative tissue from time to time. He was finally graduated part time from I.V. nutrients to liquids, and then there came the day that the doctor gave permission for his first solid food in two months. Lena took a day off from politics to throw him a small party with Cheryl; given that the vote had just come through, and Lena was free to travel with Howard’s permission, she thought this might also be a good opportunity to have a serious discussion with Cheryl regarding her past.

But while they all sat around eating toast triangles, she couldn’t help but notice that Cheryl didn’t seem to be enjoying herself as much as she ought to. She had been so worried about Devin the whole time, and just when he seemed on the brink of full recovery, she was still nothing but somber. Lena kept trying to keep the situation light and friendly, but Cheryl absolutely refused to join in.

“So what do you want to do when you finally get out of bed, Dev? No, seriously, anything you want.” Lena flicked a toast square off the nightstand, barely missing Devin’s face.

He picked it up and tossed it back at her, sighing. His small, lopsided smile crept onto his face. “You know, I think I’d like to take a break from saving each other’s lives, if that’s at all possible.”

Everyone laughed but Cheryl, who only looked at the floor. “That’s not funny Devin.”

Devin’s smile fell slightly. “Alright, I’m sorry.”

Lena quickly cleared her throat and threw the piece of toast back at Devin. “She’s right, Dev. Not funny. Saving each other’s lives is much better than the alternative…”

“Yeah, I guess. You need to stop getting yourself into trouble.” He threw it back with a wink.

Lena caught the toast and went silent for a minute. She looked carefully from Devin to Cheryl, and let her gaze hang on the young teenager. “Speaking of trouble, there’s something I need to talk to Cheryl about. It’s something I found out recently, or relatively recently, that I think we should discuss between the two of us. I think it might be best if we kept it a secret.”

Much to Lena’s surprise, Cheryl gave her a terrified look. Her jaw dropped a little and she stood up off the chair she was sitting in, going pale. Tears ebbed into her eyes. “Lena, I’m so, so sorry…I thought it was for the best!”

The distraught girl looked over at Devin. Clenching and unclenching her fists as though they had minds of their own. “Devin, I’m just so…so…”

She choked up and then turned and half ran out of the room. Lena gave a puzzled look at Devin, who nodded in Cheryl’s direction and Lena got up to follow her. She was already gone when Lena got to the hallway, but she took a moment to think and then went straight to the servants’ quarters on the first floor; sure enough, Lena could hear her muffled crying from the doorway.

Lena had never actually been in the servants’ quarters before. It was poorly lit by a few ceiling light fixtures, but otherwise very large and very clean. The walls were white and the floors were grey linoleum. The room itself was large enough to sleep around fifty people comfortably if they kept the aisles between the cots modest. At the moment, all of the cots were folded up and pushed up against one of the walls, making the space feel even larger than it really was. Rosaleen had set up a few privacy screens around the permanent beds to make smaller, cozier bedroom areas.

Mrs. Ralston and Howard had seen to it that there were comfortable sleeping arrangements for the regular staff in the form of twin size beds; both Mrs. Ralston and Cheryl had been offered regular rooms when Master Daray had died, and both had refused because they had grown so attached to the situation of rooming with each other and the other staff when they were around. The offer remained open to this day, in case if Cheryl had ever felt that she wanted more privacy, but Lena understood how close human-borns were to each other; they were family without asking or even knowing each other. Close enough to risk their lives for one another.

Cheryl was curled up on her bed across the room, face pushed into her pillow as her sobs slightly shook her body. Lena walked over, still not sure why Cheryl had suddenly become so hysterical, and sat on the bed next to her. Cheryl turned her face to the side. Her eyes and cheeks were all red from being so upset. Lena reached out and ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face.

“Cheryl, what’s wrong?” Lena asked. “Did I upset you somehow?”

Cheryl only emitted a high pitched noise and sniffled, turning her face back into the pillow.
 
I’m so sorry. I can’t even tell you how sorry…You’re too good to me for not telling them. I’m going to be in so much trouble.

“Okay,” Lena still didn’t understand why she was so upset—she was acting ridiculous, but there was clearly something that she had missed. “Okay, come here. It’s okay.”

Lena hoisted Cheryl up to a sitting position so that she could put her arm around her shoulders. Cheryl leaned her face into Lena’s shoulder, and Lena used her other arm to brush her hair out of her face again.

“It’s okay. We can fix it. Why don’t you just tell me what this was all about?”

Cheryl gave another sniffle. 
He told me no one would get hurt. That’s why I did it. He told me no one would get hurt.

Cheryl was shaking. Lena felt her stomach drop; she already knew what Cheryl was about to tell her. It was Rollin. “Cheryl, what did you do, exactly?”

Cheryl took pause before answering. 
I stole your itinerary from your trip and some emails off of Howard’s computer and gave him some bank account stuff, too. He said the money was for hotels to get human-borns out of bad situations, and after Marie and everything…I’m so sorry! He never told me he wanted to buy guns and kill people!