Page 68 of Prophet
Life went on and I literally thank God every day for that. I’d come too close to a misery that I knew I probably would not have survived. So, I really did take each day as if it were my last. I took such good care of Jewel, she said she felt like she had a butler slash waiter slash nanny for a boyfriend. I had shrugged and said, ‘I will be anything you want.’
As life went on, we all kept up the search too. Especially the Rebel Saints and Talon’s team as well. Would it ever be over? No, not as long as Deacon was out there. Jewel filled us in on this woman named Vi. Talon and Liv were perplexed about who she was. No one, it appears ever knew he had a woman with him. Jewel talked about a Dr. Fedor but she had no other information we could use.
When Jewel and I had our talks together about what all had happened, she finally felt like telling me what it had been like. She admitted that Deacon had actually wanted her for a baby machine. The mother of his children, as he had promised O that he would carry on her line. Of all the fucked up ideals, this stretched the limit to insane level ten.
I admit, I didn’t react very well to this fucked up news. She had said he didn’t want her hurt and he even had one of his men killed for her getting that large cut on her head. It had been this Maxim who’d taken her from the side of the road. It hadn’t mattered that it had been an accident as she told me she had fallen, and that Maxim never harmed her directly. Although when she had spoken of Maxim she shivered.
I knew it would take a while for both of us to get past that nightmare emotionally. Ma had a talk with us… yes, over cake and iced tea. I wore a smile all the way through it like a goofy fool this time as a talk with Ma was highly entertaining. The best thing she said was, ‘Some of it's magic and some of it's tragic, but it’s up to you to make sure you have a good life all the way.’
I intended to take that advice and make Jewel as happy as I could and that would make me as happy as I could be. Yeah, I might be a sap, but as my dad had asked, “How did I get so lucky?’
While we all tried to live that good life, we were still on guard and we would stay that way. We couldn’t know what Deacon was aware of or not. As long as he was in the wind, no one could go home. As for this home, the Rebel Saints’ members and Logan had set up an antimissile system of all things, they also had an air parameter security net in case any flying attack was coming. Along with searching drones casing for 2 miles around the Connor house and property. Cameras were everywhere, there were so many that the huge lobby was now an entire station like the ones the military used. Logan had help with all the monitors and the new more complicated system. He couldn’t do it alone anymore.
None of us were alone in this. I realized with every passing day, we were actually becoming more and more of a family. We at least had a united front on our side. All for winning this war and all for making sure we survived it.
The war was still on, one that we all knew we had to win.
NOT QUITE THE END…