Novel Sweet
69
River
pov.
"It's been eight days. We need to start acting." Agness sighs, swirling her fork around the same pieces of spaghetti for the third time. "I'll head back to Teranian today. See if I can get the trolls on board. We can't wait any longer."
"I might have something that can help you with that." I tell her, pulling up my computer screen and selecting the file for the enhancements. "Morgan made a note about the trolls possibly being hesitant because they won't be able to control themselves, but she's been studying them." I inform them. "She's been studying us all while developing the new regulations for the Bio-Glaze. Gathering information, she couldn't use it just yet but that sure is useful now." I project the screen over to Agness whose eyes widen ever so slightly as she reads over the information.
"And this serum, it's going to work?" I shrug,
"It hasn't been tested. If we can get them to agree and maybe have Kyle and some of the ancient vampires take a look at what she's formulated, we can see if it'll actually work." I tell her and she nods.
"We don't have time to be playing scientist. We need something concrete." Magnus grumbles causing everyone to look over at him. "What?" He asks, visibly uncomfortable with the attention.
"We're waiting for your idea to get the trolls onboard." Benjamin drawls, taking a long sip of his cup. It's the first feeding I've seen him take since we arrived here and only because Isa forced him when he almost ripped Magnus head off at the first sight of him since he banished Morgan to his prism.
"Well, I haven't talked to them in a while but I'm sure if I can just impress upon them the urgency of this war they will get on board." He finally says, causing Benjamin to slump back in his chair.
"So, your brilliant idea is to talk to them? What the hell do you think we've been doing? They're not concerned about fighting. They're concerned about losing their control if they're stuck in their secondary phase too long. Morgan has a solution to that. One she developed before she knew this war was coming. When she was just trying to reunite them with the rest of the world." There's a crack in the vampire's tone, one we all notice but no one says a damn thing about. "Magnus." The Fledgling looks at Isa with a raised eyebrow. "If you don't have anything helpful to say, I suggest you shut up. You didn't like that Morgan was taking lead, but she was right when she said that we don't need you. She's been helping us through this and she's not even here. Now, does anyone know how to contact those programmers Morgan worked with? Margot and Cade." She moves on like she didn't just take a grenade to Magnus's ego, and I love her for it. "I can try, but how do we know we can trust them?" Luca asks. "We don't have Morgan here to convince them we're the better side." He points out and Ragna snorts.
"They'll come. If they're on the list of people Sinclair wants to get rid of before we go to war, trust and believe they've been a pain in her ass along with Morgan." The new information shocks us but earns Ragna some brownie points I don't think he realizes he needs.
"There's a list?" My father asks and Ragna nods.
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"I can write it down for you, if you want it. Everyone in this room is on it except you three." He points to my father, mother and little sister. "Oh, and you, but I've been getting the vibe no one really cares if you're in potential danger or not. You should really take this as a lesson." He grins at Magnus who looks seconds away from leaving the room, but he surprisingly stays seated.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
"Yeah, we're going to need that list. Luca, you can be in charge of getting those people vetted and brining them here." Benjamin tells the Fairie who looks unsure about the whole thing but nods. "I think we also need to look into the possibility of people from our side helping Sinclair." He rubs the bridge of his nose like just the idea is going to cause him an early death, or well, late one.
"None that I saw at the compound but that might not be such a bad idea." Ragna muses, buttering a bread roll and stuffing half of it in his mouth.
"Are you medically cleared?" I ask and he nods, adding some pasta sauce to his plate and dragging the other half of his roll through it. I eye him and he sighs.
"I just really like pasta sauce." He defends himself. "Kyle cleared me two days ago. I've been taking supplements to help repair the damage the flush did to my body but I'm fine." He insists and I nod.
"Then we need to plan on how we're going to get those samples. You know the compound better than anyone and Isa is the best person to go with." I look over at the Fairie who nods.
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"I'm ready whenever you are." She tells the hybrid who's already buttering another roll.
"What are you going to do?" River asks and I shrug my shoulders. I can't admit to them that I feel useless without Morgan by my side. Like, I don't have a purpose. Even just having this conversation, running this meeting is exhausting to me. She's always in charge, always knowing what everyone needs before they need it, especially me. Since she found me, she's been leading me in ways I haven't realized until now and even with the knowledge that our bond hasn't been broken, I still feel like there's a giant hole in my chest.
"I have more data to work through. Isa, I also need a weapons consultant." With all the schematics Morgan has in the file she left me I can't make heads or tales of most of them. There's schematics for robots I've never seen before, and I have no idea if she's worked through all of them. Her notes are well written but they're still all a foreign language to me.
"We're really going to war, aren't we?" My mother asks and I scoff.
"Rain, your disrespect is getting a little much." My father warns and I glare at him.
"You deserve respect? After what you've done? You disappeared and then walked back in here like nothing's wrong, acting like you've been here the entire time, and nothing has changed. You couldn't even apologize before you started making excuses. Heaven help me when I have pups not to have my head so far up my own ass that I can't see when I'm wrong. Now, if you'll excuse me." I push away from the table and leave the parents of the year behind to exchange ideas on how they can mess up their children's lives even more.