She might not know he was alive, but that didn’t stop her from interfering in his plans. She kept helping those children – training them, giving them guidance, calling the Council on Artemis. If not for her, he might already possess the pendant.
It was no matter. He had learned to be flexible. He would move on to another plan, like he always did. One didn’t live as long as he had without a backup plan. Pulling the leather-bound manuscript from his jacket, he gently ran his fingers over the ancient lettering. The pages were torn and yellowed with age, and the binding had been repaired multiple times, but the text was still mostly intact. How interesting it had been to find the manuscript was on its way to Billy Cameron, Nicole’s adoptive brother. Then again, that sort of fluke always found
