Dangerous Data (The Meridian Crew Book 2)

by Blake B. Rivers

  “But I saw!” She gestured. “I saw in your mind.”

  “That was just in my mind!” he cried. “What did I just say about not reading my thoughts?”

  “But…” She searched her shocked brain for the right words. “What about Eliza?”

  “Sienna,” he said as he ran a hand over his face. “First of all, we shouldn't even be having this conversation, and I'm sure you are well aware of that. Second of all, I have eyes in my head. I can think Laura is pretty and accidentally imagine kissing her without it being a problem.”

  “But what about Eliza?”

  “Eliza is a galaxy away right now and she needs help,” Nathaniel said. “Which is why I'm going to ask Laura a question. Now, are you coming or not?”

  She stood still, thinking. “How could you do that to Eliza?”

  “I have done nothing to Eliza!” he cried. “They were thoughts, Sienna – nothing more. I'm sure Eliza has thoughts, too.”

  “I'm sure she doesn't,” Sienna replied, and he rolled his eyes.

  “I can leave you with Desmond in the library,” he answered. “Whatever he's doing is far less entertaining than what I'm going to investigate.”

  “No,” she said. “No, take me with you. I will be quiet.”

  “I don't need you to be quiet,” he answered. “I just need you to be less intrusive. Can you do that?”

  She nodded, although he didn't believe her for a moment. And in a lot of ways, he didn't blame her. If he was that powerful, if it came to him that easily, would he be cautious with it? Or would he use his magic to make his life easier? Part of the reason her language had progressed as slowly as it did was because of her ability to read minds and bond with her Maestros. A witch's bond knew no language barriers, and so she had relied on them for years.

  He had never seen her rely on anyone else or even be willing to go places with anyone else until that day with Devon in the cafeteria. And that worried him to no end.

  “Good,” he said. “Stay close, then.”

  They walked in silence for a few moments more, taking the shortcuts down the hallway to where Laura and Devon had rooms. The Academy was huge, and it was a maze for those who didn't know their way around. Connected by a seemingly never-ending loop of hallways and tunnels, an unsuspecting visitor could spend days lost inside its walls. But to Nathaniel, it was second nature to turn left or right. He soon found himself in the East Wing's common room.

  Laura was curled up in a chair by the fire, paging through an old journal. She had an interest in history, as Nathaniel learned, and was always looking for journals and artifacts from the library that had not been properly documented or recorded. Devon was at the ping pong table with a peer, playing the game with just their magic. It was impressive, and an encouraged exercise to work on precision and timing.

  Nathaniel let Sienna head toward the table as he got Laura's attention.

  “Fancy meeting you here,” she said with a grin as she sat up. “Did you walk all the way from the West Wing just to see me?”

  “I may have,” he answered. “If I tell you I did, will you reach back into your memory and answer some questions for me?”

  She laughed. “You don't have to flatter me to ask for my help,” she said as she patted the seat beside her, “but I'll accept it.”

  “Your eyes are like moonlight?” Nathaniel tried, and she smiled.

  “What can I do for you, bearer of compliments?”

  “Ghosts,” he said. “Possibly through a magical tunnel. Maybe time and space aren't relevant to them. Do you remember in the med bay, you were telling me about that mission you did on the outer rim?”

  “Sure,” she said. “One of my favorites. Also, one of the most disturbing. I'm accepting of all alien forms, of course, but those were just eerie.”

  “Time didn't matter to them, right?” he asked, trying to remember what she had said.

  “They were both dead and alive – there and not at the same time,” she replied. “I mean, I was just there to talk trade negotiations with them, but wrapping my mind around what they believed and how they operated was half the battle…No, it was the whole battle. I eventually had to stop trying to understand it.”

  “Can you tell me?” Nathaniel asked, sitting down. “I think it's going to help someone.”

  “Sure.” She smiled as she watched Sienna flick the ping pong ball away from Devon. “Settle in.”

  Chapter 7

  “How did you meet her?” Laura asked, two hours later. Nathaniel had meant to just ask for advice and then go back to speak to Eliza. Instead, his conversation with Laura had spiraled into a conversation about everything imaginable. It was easy to talk to her; he didn't have to explain the things he had to explain to Eliza, like how magic made him feel or why he felt restricted at times. Laura understood with a simple look and a glance.

  “A quest,” he replied with a shrug. “It was just supposed to be a normal quest, but it turned into something more.”

  “Obviously much more,” Laura shrugged. “It's the way it goes sometimes. You won't be the first, and you won't be the last, I doubt. But is this something serious?”

  “On and off,” he said as he sat back. “There have been disruptions in our lives, but it's steady.”

  “Good for you,” she said. “The only thing that many witches stick to is their magic and their Maestros. Everything else is different from day to day.”

  “Can I have credits?” Sienna was suddenly at his side, and Nathaniel looked up. He had almost forgotten that she was there, she had been so quiet. After Devon's ping pong game, they had settled down, presumably working on homework. He had barely looked up in an hour. He felt her – with his bond, of course – but she wasn't in distress, and so he didn't intervene.

  “What do you need credits for?” he asked, confused. Witches were allotted a small amount of credits every month when they weren't on quests to pay for anything they deemed necessary outside of their needs that were taken care of at the Academy. Seeing as how they generally didn't subscribe to any outside methods of teaching, work, or material objects, they rarely needed them.

  “Uh…” She looked back to Devon, who grinned.

  “Pool.”

  “Pool?” Nathaniel said in surprise “Like the game?”

  “Royals in Center town has pool tables,” Devon said. “I thought ping pong was too easy; we should try pool without the cues.”

  Laura clearly had no issue with her Tiro wandering into the city without her and heading to mainstream establishments. Nathaniel looked up to Sienna, assessing her color.

  “You don't look well, little one,” he said, but she shrugged.

  “It's just a short walk away. One game. I would like to try.”

  “Let them try, Nathaniel,” Laura said to him, grinning. “Devon has been going on his own for years. It's good training for them to try their magic in a different environment.”

  “I agree with that assessment,” Nathaniel said, taking out his com-link. He pressed a few buttons, transferring a minimal amount of credits over to her. “One game, you hear me? And if you don't feel well, you come back right away.”

  “Yes,” she promised.

  “And you call me if you need me,” he said.

  “Yes,” she said, rolling her eyes. “One game.”

  “I promise I'll take good care of her and bring her home soon.” Devon stood up, his hands shoved in his pocket. “You won't even notice she's gone.”

  “I'll notice if it's anywhere close to ten o’clock,” Nathaniel said. “That's curfew.”

  “Promise,” Devon said, and Sienna grinned up at him, in awe of how relaxed he was. Nathaniel was surprised by the request, because Sienna rarely wanted to be more than three feet from him or Desmond. But if she was comfortable, he wanted her to learn it was all right.

  As soon as they were gone, he turned back to Laura whose eyes were sparkling.

  “You don't normally do that, hmm?” she said.

  “Sh
e did just get out of the med bay,” Nathaniel pointed out. “But no. We're–”

  “Overprotective?” Laura teased, leaning back. Their tea mugs were empty, and she had an idea. “Do you want to go to my room for a moment?”

  “Sorry?” Nathaniel said in shock. She couldn't possibly be as forward as she was coming off.

  “Only that I have something a bit stronger than tea,” she said. “If you are game.”

  He grinned. “I am game. Not for much, though. Technically on duty and all.”

  “You're lucky,” Laura said as they rose. “I'm on duty with Devon twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. There is no off time, no break. The way the two of you do it, it makes it seem like having two Maestros is ideal.”

  “It can be that,” Nathaniel answered. “Although, there are plenty of times where it's Desmond and I, and we still can't handle it.”

  “It must be hard,” Laura said and touched his arm. “You're strong.”

  “I…” He turned to meet her eyes and felt a shiver go down his spine. She had such beautiful eyes – so deep and soulful. They were locked in their gaze for a long moment, people swirling past them. “Thank you.”

  “There's no sugarcoating here,” she said. “I tell it like it is, and I ask for what I want.”

  It was the same kind of strength that attracted him to Eliza. A strong woman who knew where her heart and mind were was more attractive than any supermodel. It didn't help that Laura looked like a siren on top of her strength.

  He was in trouble, and he knew it.

  “Shall we uh…get the things? From your room?”

  “Sure,” she said, with a little smile. “This way.”

  ***

  Meanwhile, walking toward the city center, Sienna had Devon's arm in a similar style. It was her first time out in town without her Maestros, and she clung to Devon's arm as the people swirled around her.

  “It's so busy,” she said as they walked.

  “Well, you probably don't usually come out in the evenings,” he replied.

  “No,” she said. “Never. Usually, just in the mornings for an item or a walk.”

  “After sunset is the most fun,” he answered, slipping an arm around her waist for easier navigation through the crowds.

  She copied his position, noticing that her hip bone fit perfectly into his side. She had never felt like this – so safe, so right.

  “Oh…” Devon moved her hand gently, shifting it lower on his waist so that she was touching his hip bone. She looked up at him in confusion, having felt something bulge against his side – hard metal on the right side that jabbed at her fingers.

  “What?”

  “Just there,” he said, his face casual. But Sienna was smarter than that, even if she couldn't find the words. She put her hand back where it had been, tracing the hard, metal circle and then the light tubing that went from the bolt up to his chest. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

  “You have a port,” she said in surprise.

  He took a deep breath, trying to smile. “It's just temporary.”

  “They don't put ports in temporarily,” she replied, trying to keep her voice low. “I know that.”

  “There's no hiding anything from you, is there?” he asked, looking around. They were passing a park, dark and quiet as the citizens kept to the outside. The streets were noisy, but Devon could see a bench inside by the river that was secluded. “Come with me.”

  She didn't question it, taking his hand as they walked through the grass. Once they were behind the trees, he sat. She followed suit, her eyes wide with questions.

  “Why?” she asked.

  He didn't meet her eyes. “Because I'm on a constant drip of Sarcodone.”

  The name of the drug hit Sienna like a rock. She knew he was sick. She knew that he needed regular treatment, and she suspected she knew what it was.

  But to feel the tube feeding constantly into his heart, keeping it beating – to know that he was IV'd constantly to battle the mutated cells in his body – was a whole other ball game.

  A hundred years ago, Devon would be dead within three days. Today, she knew they could do much more for him. He'd have years, decades maybe, and they could manage it so he felt no ill effects; no pain as long as he lived. If he was without the drugs for too long, it would all come rushing back to him.

  It was a fake life – a chemical life. He wouldn't feel his insides failing, his organs committing suicide, his heart faltering. He would feel none of it until the moment it was too late. They weren't curing him, just as they couldn't cure her.

  Sienna had never felt so connected to anyone in her whole life. She lay her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed. She reached out for his hand, and he took it, using his other arm to stroke his head.

  “It's okay,” he said. “You're the one with the short-end of the stick. I feel fine most of the time.”

  “You shouldn't be going on quests like you do,” she said. “You could–”

  “I know,” he answered, cutting her off. “But Laura and I made a pact. We would do as many as we possibly could and try to live a normal life.”

  “That's why it's closed off to the Jurors,” she said. “They would pull you off quests for sure.”

  “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “Which is silly because I'm just as capable as anyone else until the moment that I'm not.”

  “Is that how it will be?” she tried to verify. Having spent her life in the medical system, she was strangely jaded by such talk.

  “Likely,” he answered. “Hopefully, it's good timing.”

  “I'm sorry,” she said, and he kissed the top of her head.

  “Hey, we wouldn't have met otherwise,” he replied. She pulled her head away to meet his eyes, and she noticed their faces were inches apart.

  She had never kissed anyone before; never even thought about it. She knew that her Maestros were not obedient of the rules, but she hadn't thought that life was going to be hers.

  Most days, she didn’t even think beyond the next day, let alone how she was going to navigate the rest of the life she was given.

  The kiss was everything she hoped it would be: short, sweet, and tingling. She pulled back after just a moment, terrified and yet excited.

  Devon's eyes sparkled. “Is that all right?” he asked. She nodded wordlessly. “Have you done this before?”

  She shook her head.

  “Have you?”

  “No, actually,” he said. “Believe it or not. There's just never been someone I felt connected to.”

  “Connected,” she repeated, squeezing his hand. “Yes, that is the word.”

  “The two of us against the galaxy,” he said. “They don't know what they are up against.”

  “Mmm.” She closed her eyes, snuggling into him. The wind was cold, and she knew this was not appropriate. But just for one moment, she wanted to share her reality with someone who understood what it was like to fight on the most basic level. “Yes.”

  “Come on,” Devon said, and pulled her up after a moment. “The pool table awaits.”

  She giggled, willing to follow him anywhere. She had felt so alone, so out of step with her peers. But now that she found Devon, she felt like she could conquer anything, including a game she had no idea how to play.

  Chapter 8

  “All Juror members to the hangar. Repeat, all available Juror members to the hangar.”

  Desmond and Mariah both dropped the books they were holding. The building announcement system rarely got used, if ever. And if it was used, it was usually for an all-building event that had been preplanned.

  They had never, in all of Desmond's time, used it for an emergency broadcast. They were witches, able to predict and premeditate almost anything.

  He grabbed her hand, feeling her panic as they came out of the rare books' section and tore down the hall. Desmond could see other Juror members taking up the call as well. The red warning lights flashed, indicating that they should follow them to
the area of trouble.

  “What's happening?” he asked Thomas, who was soon in step beside them. Mariah was keeping pace well, but he was worried that one misstep would send her flying. There were Tiros standing all around in shock as the Jurors ran, and Maestros not on the Jurors trying to figure out what they should be doing.

  “I don't know,” Thomas said. Desmond usually resented his part-time position with the Jurors. He thought that he and Mariah received it simply by default because they were Maestros of a certain age, and it was expected.

  Now, he was glad not to be left out of this chaos.

  They had to put their hand prints into the scanner by the hangar – which was on lockdown – to gain access. The warning lights were flashing, and the alarm had begun to sound.

  Desmond could only imagine what kind of threat was awaiting them inside. The school had never been attacked on a mass level; witches were always respected for their role in the galaxy. There had been a few rebels here and there, but nothing that couldn't be handled by one or two Maestros. In all his years, he had never seen the hangar locked down.

  Inside, he couldn't believe his eyes. Sitting in the middle of the hangar, looking beat up but solid, was the Ronan.

  Nearly twenty-two years ago, the Ronan had been involved in one of the biggest quests the Academy had ever taken on. Loaded with fourteen teams of Tiros and their Maestros, they had taken off for an entire solar system that was on the verge of destruction. A massive shift in atmosphere had meant the entire system was due to explode, and they were to gather as many survivors as they could.

  The ship had made it only a few miles inside the perimeter when the solar system collapsed in on itself. The entire solar system had no survivors. Pieces of the Ronan had been found floating for years, verifying that those on board were gone. It had been the biggest tragedy to hit the Academy in centuries.

  Desmond had felt the loss more than the others because his Maestro, Dorian, had been on board. Even fifteen years removed from him, he remembered the moment he knew his Maestro was dead.

  He had been in the library with Mariah, just as he was today. It felt like a black hole had opened up in his heart that day, bringing him to his knees.