The Siren (Laments of Angels & Dark Chemistry Book 1) (14 page)

Clement nodded and led Lucienne to her son’s bedroom, but Violet put a hand on Lucienne’s arm. “If you want clues, you should see the basement instead.”

Clement immediately protested in the local dialect; Violet argued back. Lucienne, who didn’t understand a word, also didn’t have time to wait for them to resolve their disagreement. “I’d like to see the basement first.”

As Lucienne and her team followed Violet down a ramp toward the basement, she realized that the track was built for Ashburn’s wheelchair.

Violet stopped at the door. “After you, Queen Lucienne.”

Sensing a trick, Lucienne smiled. “No. After you, the guide.”

With a shrug, Violet eased the door open, entered the basement, and pressed a series of symbols on a glass box on the wall near the door.

A red light inside the box turned blue.

This farm boy invented a keypad system?
Lucienne thought, as she stole a quick glance at the electronic toys packed on low shelves. Many of the innovations must be disguised weaponry. She had seen how the Screamer had disabled her and her men. She suspected that if she had entered the room first, she’d have been a target of the redhead’s amusement.

Lucienne followed Violet into the room. The floor was made of ceramic tile. The air smelled of pinewood and machine oil. Random tools hung on the wall. 

“What’s that?” cried Ziyi, scurrying toward a redwood workshop table in the center of the basement. On it rest a thin, flat screen made of three crystal pieces—each the size of an iPhone. Texts and numbers pulsed on the screen.

“Don’t touch it! That’s Ash’s Picture Box,” Violet warned, rushing toward Ziyi. But the Chinese girl was faster—her fingers brushed across the screen, for the fun of it.

A three-dimensional, holographic city of gold and diamonds materialized, half of it floating outside of the crystal.

“The river flowing around the city is made of gems,” Ziyi gasped.

“Ash said it’s the City of Gods,” Violet said.

Eterne?
Lucienne’s heart raced, then she noticed that the city’s golden gate was double-locked. The sparkling display that had stunned them was only the city walls.

“Perhaps Ashburn went to the City of Gods?” Lucienne said, testing Violet.  

Violet laughed. “It’s a game Ash liked to play. That’s all.”

“Get us into the city, Ziyi,” Lucienne said. “Let’s play this game.”

“I was born for this.” Ziyi grinned, but before she could touch the screen again, the crystal piece turned off by itself.

Violet’s laughter died. She bumped Ziyi aside.

“Excuse me!” Ziyi called indignantly.

“You shouldn’t have touched it in the first place!” Violet snatched the crystal from the table. “The Picture Box only obeys Ash.”

“Violet,” Clement said, “do not be rude to Queen Lucienne’s servant in my house!”

Ziyi glanced at Clement, then at Lucienne, pink-faced. Vladimir chuckled.

“Ziyi isn’t my servant, Mrs. Fury,” Lucienne said. “She’s my good friend. They all are.”

Violet turned the crystal piece over in her hand, but it remained transparent. “You’ve ruined it!” she said in tears. “Ash will be upset.”

“It’s an interface,” Ziyi said. “I can make it work again.” She pulled out a laptop from her computer case and booted it up.    

Violet stared at the computer. “Is this a Picture Box, too?”

“It’s the best quantum beta,” Ziyi said with pride, “with class-one encryption software.” Her fingers danced over the keyboards.

A few minutes later, Ziyi’s face turned red as a tomato. “Luxianna,” she called Lucienne’s Chinese name and continued in Chinese, “I can’t get in. I think this boy’s interface might be beyond our technology. It doesn’t even need a power source.”

Violet’s green eyes travelled between Lucienne and Ziyi with suspicion.

“We need to take it to our lab,” Vladimir said.

“No one is taking Ash’s Picture Box!” Violet said, her eyes darting toward the shelves. Lucienne knew Violet was looking for a weapon. She’d have no trouble pinning the redhead down if she lunged for one.  

“It’s only a silly toy Ash is obsessed with. My wife and I disapproved of him playing with it all the time,” Peder said. “So if Queen Lucienne wants it, then she’ll have it.”

“Mr. Fury,” Violet protested, “you don’t understand—”

“This toy might contain the only clue that will lead to your son,” Lucienne told Clement and Peder. “We’ll borrow it for a few days only. I can leave my gold watch here until I return.”

“You don’t need to leave your watch, Queen Lucienne,” Clement said. “Please take the toy with you. I insist. It’s our honor that you take it.” 

“You’ve been looking for our son,” Peder said. “We can never repay you.”

“I’m glad to help,” Lucienne said in her silvery voice.

Violet bit her lip.

Ziyi was quick to gather the interface and load it inside her computer case. Then she stuck her tongue out at Violet.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. and Mrs. Fury,” said Lucienne. “I think it’s best if King Henry doesn’t know any of this. You can tell him I used strong spells on you and your memory was a blur after that.”

Lucienne, Vladimir, and Ziyi returned to Sphinxes later that day. Kian stayed behind, tasked with overseeing the operation in Hell Gate and the search for Ashburn. His team set up temporary generators and basic electricity for the natives and provided them with clothes and food to help them get through the winter. 

A month later, Kian came to Lucienne. “We’ve searched all the islands of Alaska. I also paid a visit to the Aleutian inhabitants. That boy isn’t among them. It’s wasting our resources to continue looking for him.” 

Vladimir sided with Kian.  

“But he couldn’t have just vanished from the planet if he’s the one who holds the covenant key. Unless—” Lucienne’s eyes widened in realization “—he has jumped to a quantum plane.” 

“Quantum or not, I’ll order the team to retreat in a week,” Kian said.

From Sphinxes, Lucienne watched Nirvana turn bleaker every day. And Ashburn’s fate remained unknown. 

CHAPTER 13

Lucienne regarded the sleep-deprived eyes of her decoding team and sighed. She didn’t care if they got along, but it had been a month, and the three of them hadn’t given her anything. Not Dr. Alexander Kubrick, a short-tempered symbologist and mathematician; nor Dr. Susan Cross, a sharp tongued cryptographer; nor Bansi Soni, a genius programming engineer.

They were as obsessed with the half page of numbers, formula, and three looping symbols from the Eye of Time as she was. Maybe the data was beyond the perception of human minds?  

“I need more time,” Dr. Kubrick said, “And I need Dr. Cross’ assistance. She’s been holding back information!”

“I’m tired of constantly reminding you, Dr. Kubrick,” Dr. Cross said, “that the symbols might be sacred writings of a lost ancient civilization. Look here, the patterns—”

“I know patterns,” Dr. Kubrick interrupted her. “But how can we decipher—”

“Find their fingerprints! They left codes,” Dr. Cross said.

“You cut me off again, Dr. Cross,” Dr. Kubrick said. “What I meant to say is: how can I decipher them without more time and my team members’ cooperation?”

“Your team?” Dr. Cross narrowed her eyes.

“They’re driving me crazy, these two,” Bansi Soni said in an Indian accent. “They constantly fight. Never peace. They often disrupt me at crucial moments when I am on the verge of new software and crack the codes.” The programmer ignored glares from both Dr. Kubrick and Dr. Cross. “Can you move me to a private research hall, Miss Lam?”

Lucienne was ready to chastise all three of them when the intercom buzzed. “Lucia, please come to the satellite lab,” Vladimir said. “Ashburn Fury has returned.”

*  *  *

Something heavy hit the surface of the river beneath a low cliff and went under. Rain beads splattered like beans. Seconds later, a boy’s face broke the surface. He looked to be around Vladimir’s age. His platinum hair clung to his marble-pale face and ended at the nape of his neck, dripping. His pale blue eyes shone like cold sunlight on ice.

The live streaming in the satellite lab continued with audio.

“The river is located in the western part of Nirvana,” Vladimir said.

“Holy root, I’ve seen plenty of pretty boys, but none this level perfect,” Ziyi cried. “No wonder the red pepper is crazy about him. I’d ogle him, too, and I don’t usually ogle men, not even Vladimir.”

Vladimir shrugged with a mocking smile.

“He does have very nice hair,” Lucienne said, and felt Vladimir tense beside her. Fighting a laugh, she continued. “What a pity he’s wheelchair bound. Maybe we can fix him.” She turned to Vladimir, who had relaxed a little. “You said Violet is with him. Where is she? How did she find—?” Before Lucienne could finish her words, Violet’s face surfaced. Ashburn had lifted her above the water.

The girl was gasping and coughing. Holding Violet tight, Ashburn swam her toward the shore under the bombarding rain. The girl’s long, red hair floated on the water. 

“For a handicapped boy, he seems to have great strength,” Ziyi said. “But there’s no way he can climb the cliff. Should I page Kian to go fetch them?”

“Not before we see how he overcomes a little inconvenience,” Lucienne said. “Show me the footage of when he first reappeared.”

Another screen replayed the footage.

Violet walked down a rickety bridge that connected the cliff to a mountain. Her face was wet. It was hard to tell where her tears started and where the rain ended. The girl stared down at the wild river running beneath. “You broke your legs to save me three years ago, Ash. I’m coming to you today.” She leapt from the bridge and plunged into the river.

Then the video paused.

“Ziyi!” Lucienne snapped.

“Sorry. I just want to make a quick comment before you see the rest. What happens next is mind-bending.” Ziyi unfroze the frame of Violet’s free fall into the rapids below. “When the dark-matter outburst erupted, like what happened at Hell Gate, our new software immediately picked it up, and we found Ashburn Fury just in time.”

Lucienne’s eyes widened as she saw Ashburn materialize in midair, catch Violet, and fall into the river with her. Lucienne marched forward, her fingers gliding on the screen, replaying the moment when Ashburn materialized.

Ashburn’s image appeared beside Lucienne’s captivated face. 

“Computer,” Lucienne commanded. “Analyze the coordinates. Is it a portal to an alternative universe?”

“No portal found,” the computer said. “But sensors detect gamma rays as interacting massive particles collide.”

“Our technology can’t detect time-space yet,” Vladimir reminded Lucienne.

“Time and space must have split for a second at those coordinates and Ashburn must have broken through the barrier,” Lucienne said, switching off the footage.

On the vast main screen, the satellite continued the live feed.

Lucienne gasped as she saw Ashburn stand with Violet on the shore. Did it just happen—Ashburn Fury broke through spacetime and was at once healed?

“Aren’t his legs—” Ziyi found her voice. 

Clinging to Ashburn, Violet was laughing and crying. He was a head taller than Violet. He might be six-feet four inches, Lucienne estimated. Violet reached out to touch her friend’s handsome face. Ashburn shifted his attention from the girl, his icy-blue eyes on alert as if he sensed they were being watched. 

“Have the team ready,” Lucienne said. “I’m flying BL7 in five minutes.” 

“Lucia?” Ziyi looked at Lucienne enthusiastically.

“I need you here,” Lucienne said. “Vladimir Blazek will be in charge in my absence.”

Vladimir wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but he accepted it. One of them—Vladimir, Kian, or Lucienne—should stay on Sphinxes unless an emergency required all three of them to venture off. 

Lucienne had her own reason to leave Vladimir behind. Putting certain physical distance between them could do them both good. If the heat between them grew more intense, neither of them could be trusted.

“Be safe,” Vladimir said gently and longingly.  

Lucienne smiled and left the lab.

*  *  *

When BL7 gained altitude, Lucienne called Kian from her encrypted Eidolon.

“Blazek filled me in when my men were packing up,” Kian answered.

“Unpack. Contain the target.”

“I’m already on the way to the Fury house.”

“I’ll be there in seventeen minutes.” 

“Happy flying, kid.”

Lucienne hung up. She let her hand move to the joystick, willing BL7 faster.

On the monitor above the control panel, a video played with clear audio. The three hidden cameras in the Fury house implanted by Kian’s team while installing basic electricity for the household had paid off. 

Lucienne watched Ashburn and Violet sitting across from each other in Ashburn’s basement. They had changed into dry clothes. Ashburn dressed in sweatpants and a white cotton sweater. Violet wore a brown sweater down to her knees and a pair of loose pants, which were obviously Ashburn’s.

The Furys had a light bulb in the kitchen only. The natives had complained that the light provided by the outsiders was like a firebug’s compared to the gods’ light.

“Ungrateful lot,” Kian had said.

Lucienne noticed the lighting in the basement; it didn’t come from candlelight or any man-made bulb.

“Tell me everything, Ash,” Violet said. “I want to know what happened to you.”

So do I,
Lucienne thought.

“You always want to know everything.” Ashburn smiled.

He has a stunning smile
.

“The fading of the gods’ light is because the system failed,” Ashburn continued.  

“System? What’s that?” Violet blinked in confusion. “You talk differently since you’re returned.  And you haven’t told me how you’re able to walk. Are you . . . are you still you, Ash?”

“I’m not demon-possessed, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Ashburn sighed. “But something happened to me. I now know words and things I couldn’t imagine I would ever know. I’m even able to know that my parents are drinking rice wine with the neighbors and gossiping about the outsiders at this very moment. No one invited my parents to their homes before I was gone. My mama and papa are finally having the normal life they’ve always wanted. My return will take that away from them again.” 

“Your parents are weak. They should have more backbone.”

“Don’t disrespect them, Violet,” warned Ashburn. “You don’t know what kind of burden they’ve been carrying because of me. As their son, I should have given them joy, but all I’ve brought is trouble, sorrow, and . . .” his tone turned bitter, “. . . curse!”

“Ash!” Violet gasped. “You’re never a curse! You’re the brightest and kindest boy in the kingdom. Everyone else is too dumb and snooty to see that.” She stared at Ashburn attentively. “Ash,” she whispered, “have you become a warlock, like the outsider witch queen?”

“She isn’t a witch,” Ashburn said with a dry chuckle.

Lucienne’s heart skipped a beat. How did Ashburn know about her? They hadn’t met yet. “But no, it’s not like that,” Ashburn continued. “What happened to me isn’t magic. It has to do with high physics.”

“Phy . . . what? I don’t understand.” 

“It’s a kind of force. The concept is even beyond the outsiders’ understanding of quantum physics. It’s hard to explain in words, but I can use an equation, similar to Einstein’s.” Then, over Violet’s more troubled, confused look, Ashburn sighed, “I shouldn’t bother you with this. I really don’t know why all this crap happened to me.” He put his head in his hands in dismay. 

A farm boy from an isolated town knew about Albert Einstein and could write equations of higher math? Lucienne drew a sharp breath. The Eye of Time must have transferred part of its power to him. A stab of jealousy mingled with anger parched her throat dusty. Those powers should have been hers. They were supposed to be hers. Only she was a few hours too late.  

“I’m truly a freak now,” Ashburn told his friend.

Violet placed her hand on his shoulder. “No matter what you are or what you’ve become, I’m always on your side.”

“I know.” Ashburn lifted his head and gazed at her, removing the girl’s hand from his shoulder and clasping it in his long fingers. “I couldn’t come back to you earlier. I was trapped in another plane.”

Lucienne’s heart raced. Did he mean Eterne? The rest of Ashburn’s words were a blur. “Long story short: a crazy eye from Hell Gate tricked me, but we’ll get to that later.” 

He stole her birthright and lied through his teeth about the Eye of Time choosing him instead of the Siren. Lucienne’s nostrils flared. He had doomed himself to be her enemy.

“When I saw you jump off the bridge,” Ashburn continued, “something awoke in me. It’s like my consciousness moved into full swing. I couldn’t let you die. All of a sudden I could see through time and space. At that moment, I opened a rift between them and dove into the crack before they merged again. It was one of the most terrifying and mesmerizing experiences I’ve ever had. Next thing I knew I caught you and fell with you. I was on this side of the world, and my legs are good as new.”

“You came back for me, Ash.” Violet was full of tears. She reached out to touch Ashburn’s face, but he rose and turned away from her, his eyes scanning the walls.

“Ash?” Violet rose to her feet, too.

Did he see the hidden camera? Lucienne’s body tensed on the pilot seat. Kian had buried it well. No naked eye could spot it.

“We’re being watched,” said Ashburn, his shoulders stiffening.

“Who?” Violet looked around, her hands curled into fists. “Who’s spying on us?” Then a realization came to her eyes. “Gods, the witch queen has a Sky Eye. She turned it on the king and scared the crap out of him.” 

“Something is humming here,” Ashburn said, his eyes tracing the wall and settling on the west corner of the ceiling. He kicked a wooden box toward the wall and stood on the box. Ashburn tore the wallpaper off the corner of the ceiling and came face to face with a camera.

Lucienne’s breath hitched as Ashburn looked straight at her through the lens. His eyes turned a shade darker, close to stormy gray. Unwavering, Lucienne stared back. “Like the show?” he asked coldly then slammed his thumb on the lens.

Blackness covered the monitor in BL7. A few seconds later, wavy lines and static danced across the screen.

“Lucia, we’re so
busted
,” Ziyi’s voice called through the intercom, filling the void. “He also disabled the other cameras in his bedroom and the living room.”  

“It’s physically impossible to immobilize three cameras at the same time,” said Vladimir, the intercom capturing his irritation.

“When it comes to Ashburn Fury, we can no longer think in a conventional sense,” Lucienne said. “He just demonstrated a pure mental force.”