Demon's Dream - By Connie Suttle
chapter 1
"Bring everything out that you have taken." Gavril had to be held back by Aurelius; the full force of his compulsion might have torn the woman's mind apart. Her husband stood nearby, restrained by Garde and Jayd.
Reah had been folded away by Nefrigar, and multiple attempts at reaching the Larentii Archivist via mindspeech yielded no results. Lissa, expressing her extreme anger at Gardevik and Kifirin, insisted that they do what they could to retrieve Reah's things. Now, all those who'd gathered at Baetrah's rim stood outside the cottage Reah had occupied for more than twenty years. The new grove supervisor's wife cowered before Gavril in the tiny front yard.
"My wife didn't tell me that she found anything of value in the house," the supervisor denied any part in the theft.
"Lie," Jayd said casually. "Garde, did you even interview these before you hired them?"
"Not nearly long enough," Garde blew smoke. The woman, frightened by Garde and Teeg's anger, rushed inside the cottage and returned quickly with a small, carved box.
"Here's the jewelry, but I sold some of it," the woman's hand trembled as she offered the box to Gavril.
"What is missing?" Aurelius demanded.
"My ring," Gavril muttered angrily, searching swiftly through the box. "You will tell me what you did with it," he snapped.
"This is ridiculous," Lok growled. He'd been silent until then, settling for pacing back and forth and casting black looks at Kifirin.
"It didn't look real, so I sold it for two credits," the woman wept.
"It's Tiralian crystal," Aurelius said, "and worth millions. Where is it?"
"One of the hands bought it for his daughter's wedding."
"Bring them in," Garde snapped. "Bring all the employees in. Now."
* * *
"This was hers? I never saw her wear it," a man brought the ring forward with shaking hands.
"Because you don't wear Tiralian crystal to repair the sprinkler system," Gavril said dryly. "Here. As compensation for the ring. There should be ten thousand credits on the chip." He handed a chip bracelet over.
"Thank you. I'll buy a replacement for my daughter," the man nodded respectfully and backed away. "I was hoping Reah would come back. Those two over there are terrible. I only bought the ring because they offered it to me."
"Reah won't be back. We'll try to find someone else who will be better than these," Jayd jerked his head toward the overseer and his wife. "Those two are going back where they came from."
* * *
"I know it looked that way to Reah." Jayd paced while Tory sat and watched. His father, Garde, stood off to the side. Tory was angry. With both of them. "Garde said we could give the girls the best of everything here at the palace, so he told Reah that this is where they'd stay."
"So Kifirin waves his fingers and everybody worked together to keep the girls away from Reah, and to keep her poor and in the groves."
"I didn't know how bad it was. I get complaints every day from the disabled, asking where their medications or their socks or their new blankets are," Jayd sighed. "And of course they complain about the food they're being served."
"I thought we were doing what was best for the girls," Garde offered.
"Dad, that's bullshit. Mom said you were pissed at Reah. She said you blamed her for my disappearance. We both know who was responsible for that, now don't we?"
"And we were only listening to what we wanted to hear." Glinda walked into Jayd's study. "We wanted those girls as close as we could get them, so we didn't argue with whatever Garde did to get them here. The truth is that Reah should have been here, too. We left a precious High Demon female out in the groves on the Southern Continent, alone and unguarded. Anything could have happened out there. Admit it."
"Something almost did happen. Today." Tory stood. "What would you do, Dad, if Reah had taken that last step? Would this be your chance to do what you wanted to do all along, and hand all the rights to my girls over to Jayd and Glinda?"
"Son, it isn't quite like that," Garde said.
"Then how is it? How's Mom, Dad? She okay? What if that had been her out there about to kill herself?" Tory skipped away.
"You f*cked up," Jayd turned to Garde.
"We all did," Glinda pointed out.
* * *
"Again." Lok gestured for Drake to come after him. Drake obliged, both blades flying. Sweat poured off Lok's body, the dragon tattoos glistening in the early twilight. Aurelius stood nearby, watching both Falchani spar. Drew stood next to Aurelius, who wasn't doing very well.
"He's trying to punish himself, isn't he?" Drew said.
"Yes. But not all of us have such a convenient outlet."
"How close was it?" Drew asked. He wanted to gauge how upset Aurelius was.
"A few inches, if that. If the Larentii hadn't come, she'd be gone."
"I heard Kifirin showed up, too."
"He almost drove her to it. Nefrigar stepped between them. The rest of us just stood there, too stunned to move, I think. We're having a meeting later tonight. Everybody mated to Reah will come, except Nefrigar, I think. We still don't know where he took her."
"Would you mind if some of the rest of us come? We know Reah, too."
"I don’t mind, but if the others reject outsiders," Aurelius shrugged.
"Then we'll either plead our case or leave," Drew agreed. "I don't believe it was only her mates who were blinded for the past twenty-five years. If we thought about Reah, it's as if the thoughts slipped away and we forgot again. When Kifirin removed the mute, it felt as though we'd been asleep all that time."
"I think that is an apt way to put it," Aurelius agreed. "Farzi and Nenzi turned and went hunting, earlier. I'm not sure anything they came across lived over the encounter. Lendill went off with Norian to question more prisoners. I wouldn't want to be those prisoners, right now."
"Lissa says that those controllers even convinced that young Surnathan's mother to shoot one of those things into his neck and then ordered him to kill all those workers at the electronics plant."
"And then to kill himself," Aurelius nodded. "Dantel Schuul was twisted, as was his daughter. Lendill told me that father and daughter were lovers, likely since she was ten."
"Twisted and sick," Drew sighed.
* * *
"What if she doesn't come out of this?" Tory sat on the corner of a low table and stared at Gavril.
"If anyone can do this, it will be the Larentii," Ry said. "Look what they did for you, bro."
"But I just had some anger issues and holes in my memory," Tory pointed out.
"We're here," Lok and Aurelius walked into Lissa's library, where the meeting was to be held. Farzi and Nenzi were among the stacks, gabbling about the books on the shelves.
"Present," Lendill appeared with Norian close behind.
"Erland is managing the palace on Karathia for me," Corolan appeared beside Ry. "If there's an emergency, he'll send mindspeech." Ry knew why Cory had come. He loved Reah still and they'd all gotten the full brunt of the released mute around Reah. Corolan had cursed long and loudly over it.
"We may have extras coming," Aurelius announced, getting everyone's attention.
"What extras?" Gavril looked about, worried that someone unbidden and unwelcome might appear. Farzi and Nenzi had come out of the stacks and settled on a sofa nearby.
"You know, extras," Drake said as he and Drew appeared, closely followed by Lissa, Gavin, Thurlow, Aryn, Winkler, Rigo, Tony, Roff, Connegar and Reemagar. Norian was already there, so only a few of Lissa's mates were missing—most notably, Kifirin and Gardevik. Gavril sighed deeply and nodded with relief at their absence.
"Before we start on anything else, Ildevar has ordered that half the funds confiscated from the pirates go to Reah. And that's turning out to be quite a lot," Norian said. "We've tapped into hidden accounts where the credits were dumped; Dantel Schuul had Matiss Meldrim acting as bookkeeper for Nedrizif and his Greater Demons. Meldrim was quite adept at hiding funds, but thanks to Rigo and Aryn, we got all the information from him before he was, ah, digested."
"Darletta was Dantel's front for a lot of other things, too," Tory said. "He owned Stellar Winds and Starshine through her. Of course, Daddy's little girl got everything she wanted."
"Including Daddy, or so I heard," Drew remarked dryly.
"I was never forced to watch the two of them together," Tory shuddered, his dark eyes filled with remembered pain and confusion. "And she lost interest in me over the last five years or so. She couldn't wait to get rid of me at the end."
"Likely because you wouldn't cooperate all the time," Lissa said. "She didn't count on the fact that you weren't human or mortal."
"Because she never knew," Tory agreed.
"But what are we going to do about Reah, if she comes out of this? Or even if she doesn't? She's still pregnant and it could take a while," Aurelius observed. All of them agreed that there'd been a breakdown of some kind.
"I don't know about you, but I'd like to sit down with her quietly, maybe over dinner or something, and let her know how much I care about her." Corolan wasn't waiting; he wanted everyone to know where he stood.
"I think one on one, or perhaps two won't be so overwhelming," Aurelius said. "As soon as she's up to it. Provided we can get past the Larentii."
"If he hadn't been there today," Lissa shivered. Gavin reached out and lifted her hand, kissing it gently. Gavin was going to be a grandfather for the first time. He wouldn't have been if Reah had taken one more step.
"We would like to give truth," Farzi stood, followed by Nenzi. "The King and his mate, they take Reah's girls. Give them everything. Except they not give. Reah supports Kifirin with gishi fruit. She pay bills and make sure King's palace and King have money. Reah supports those girls. King and his family live off Reah." Nenzi nodded the whole time Farzi spoke. Farzi and Nenzi sat down.
"That's telling it like it is," Drake muttered.
"Nefrigar says to tell all of you that we will be able to visit Reah in five days. She is getting the best of care," Connegar announced.
"Where is she?" Ry asked.
"At first on the Larentii homeworld. After that, she will receive specialized care elsewhere. You may visit her then. He will keep you informed when her location changes."
"Is Reah all right?" Nenzi asked.
"He is keeping her asleep much of the time. She is still suffering from her ordeal on Stellar Winds and Cloudsong. She should have been placed under care when she returned, but she was not. The mute was still in place and nobody thought to do it," Connegar replied.
"I don't know about the rest of you but I am angry with Kifirin." Lok wasn't mincing words.
"Yes, but it sounds dangerous to be angry with a god," Corolan grumbled.
"He said to tell you that you're all entitled to be angry," Lissa said. "And he knows I'm pissed as hell, too."
"We can be angry, we just can't do anything about it," Ry nodded to his mother. "Honestly, if he felt he owed us anything, then he or his parent should help Reah. That would help the rest of us."
"I agree with my brother," Gavril nodded to Ry. "Kifirin put us and Reah into this mess and we almost lost her today. Who knows how long this is going to affect all of us?"
"I'd like to have her back here now," Lok said. "I feel as if I've been absent or asleep for the past twenty-five years." His remark had several nodding and agreeing around the room.
"We'll just have to wait the five days, I suppose," Tory said. "And I have a higher mountain to climb than the rest of you."
* * *
"Kevis?" Karzac knocked on his son's open study door.
"Dad! When did you get here?" Kevis looked up from his comp-vid—he was completing notes on a patient. He entered the last bit of information and stood to greet his father.
"Kev, I have a patient I'd like to put in your clinic," Karzac said, walking in to sit beside his son's beautifully polished wood desk. Kevis, a physician for the past thirty years, ran a private clinic for patients with difficult mental problems.
"Dad, surely not one of the Saa Thalarr," Kevis sat down again and hit an electronic key on his deskcomp. Kevis looked very much like his father—nearly six feet tall with light-brown hair and green-gold eyes. He'd opened his private clinic twenty years earlier on Refizan, his father helping financially. Kevis was doing very well for himself.
"No. Not one of those. And I think when we get her, the Larentii will have already made a great deal of progress in her treatment. What we really need for her, I think, is peace and quiet, where there isn't anyone troubling her with something that needs to be done. She hasn't had a vacation in years, has been attacked and made very ill recently and there are other circumstances that have affected her. She almost killed herself three days ago."
"Is there anything unusual about her?" Kevis lifted an eyebrow at his father. He suspected that the prospective patient might not be completely human.
"She's High Demon, son, and hasn't been treated well for a very long time."
* * *
"Reah, wake up my love." Nefrigar touched gentle fingers to my forehead. I blinked at him. I'd been difficult to wake lately. And asleep much of the time, too. I was grateful for it, actually. Nefrigar had a way of making me sleep without remembered dreams. That was most welcome. Otherwise, I might have been screaming or crying. I wasn't aware of how many days it had been since I'd thought about taking the dive into Baetrah. It was a few, at least. Nefrigar woke me to eat and bathe, let me sit for a while and if the memories threatened, he'd let me sleep again.
"I am taking you elsewhere, today," he told me. "A private place where you will receive very good care. Visitors will be allowed but if they upset you, they will be asked to leave. I will also visit often, and if you have need of me, send mindspeech. I will come immediately."
"Where am I going?" I asked as Nefrigar lifted me and carried me to the shower. I liked the shower; it was warm against my skin. I felt cold more often than not, although my Larentii warmed the air around me at all times.
"To a private clinic on Refizan, which will allow you to be alone if you want or to interact with others if that is what you desire," my Larentii replied.
"I don't want group therapy. I don't think I'm crazy, Nefrigar. Not that crazy, anyway. I just want the pain to go away."
"I know. We will attempt to deal with that, my love. You will not be locked away or restrained. I ask that you inform me if you wish to leave, however."
"I'll do my best," I said.
"May I have a kiss before we fold away?" Nefrigar smiled at me as he helped me dress.
"Yes." Larentii are always so warm. Like sunlight on a summer day. Nefrigar's mouth was no exception.
* * *
"This is Doctor Halivar," Nefrigar set me down inside a quiet, restfully appointed study. Several holographic diplomas were displayed on the back wall, while beautiful artwork adorned the others. The desk was real wood, something that most people didn't get nowadays. A lovely, hand-woven rug was on the stone-tiled floor and everything was tastefully decorated, if a bit austere. I figured it had to do with the type of patients the doctor treated. Doctor Halivar looked familiar, but I didn't think I knew him or had ever met him. I nodded to him when Nefrigar offered one of the chairs in front of the doctor's desk.
"Reah Nilvas?" Doctor Halivar consulted his deskcomp.
"Yes. That is the name I use most often," I said, nodding at the doctor.
"You go by other names?" His left eyebrow rose slightly.
"I have several aliases, through the ASD," I said.
"Ah." Doctor Halivar entered information into his deskcomp. Likely, the deskcomp was also recording the conversation, vid and aud, so he was making notes of some kind. It made me want to get up and see what they were, but I held back. I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate my curiosity in the least.
"I hope these records will be kept private," I said.
"I think sir Larentii there would separate my particles if I didn't," Doctor Halivar smiled. "This is just a preliminary meeting; I have a session scheduled with you later this afternoon. We'll talk more then. A room has been set up and I hope we have all your preferences correct on soap, shampoo and other personal items."
"I'm sure it will be fine, I've learned not to be picky," I said.
"You'll let us know if the bed and the accommodations are acceptable?"
"Of course."
"Good. Welcome to Sea Winds, Ms. Nilvas. Someone will show you to your suite now." Doctor Halivar pressed another button on his deskcomp. A nurse walked in. "Take Ms. Nilvas to the suite on the end, Ceerah," he said.
"Yes, Doctor. Come, Ms. Nilvas." Ceerah's voice was stiff and unrelenting. Somehow, she made me think of Ardalin for a moment. She didn't look like Ardalin, though. Ceerah was prettier than that, with dark hair and green eyes. I watched her closely as she walked down the hall while I followed. I still had my strength and my skipping skills, in addition to being able to turn. If Nurse Ceerah bothered me, she would regret it.
"This is pretty," I said, glancing around the spacious suite. Plexi windows lined one wall and provided a very nice view of the ocean roughly a quarter click away. I was on the second floor of the clinic and it looked more like an exclusive resort than a facility that treated mental patients.
"I will go now," Nefrigar had to duck to get through doorways, and I think that irritated him.
"Thanks, hon," I said, giving him the best smile I could.
"Remember to contact me if there is any difficulty."
"I'll try." Nefrigar disappeared, causing Ceerah to frown. She didn't like non-humanoids, I think.
"You have a limited comp-vid, a vid-screen, access to almost any book and most news programs," Ceerah pointed out the comp in the sofa table and the vid-screen on a wall facing the sofa. The bedroom was close by, with more plexi windows and another pretty view of the ocean. Comfortable chairs were spaced evenly near the windows, allowing occupants to sit and watch the waves if they wanted.
"By limited comp-vid, you mean?" I asked, turning back to Ceerah.
"That some applications are blocked," she huffed.
"Ah. Can't have that," I said.
"Do not get smart with me. This room is normally reserved for our wealthiest patients. You are here as a favor to a friend." The claws were coming out, now.
"Do you treat all your patients this way?" I asked, "Or only the non-wealthy ones?"
"We had other rooms available. This one was requested for you, when we might have filled it with someone who could pay. Enjoy your stay, Ms. Nilvas." Ceerah stalked out of the room.
"You know, I don't have to stay here now," I said. My bags were already inside the room, waiting to be unpacked. I lifted both of them and skipped away.
* * *
"You managed to lose her already?" Karzac stared accusingly at his son.
"I asked Ceerah if she said anything. She can be somewhat abrupt at times," Kevis wanted to tug on his hair. The Larentii had been contacted; he was attempting to coax Reah back.
"Then don't allow her around Reah again," Karzac said more gruffly than he intended. "Reah is an extremely special case, and I can get the truth out of your nurse if she is unwilling to offer it voluntarily."
"Dad, don't. She's very efficient. I need that at times."
"Reah needs a soft touch and soothing words. Not someone who will get snippy right away."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Good. If you have difficulties with Reah, let me know."
"All right."
* * *
"Now, Ms. Nilvas, is running away something you do often?" Doctor Halivar appeared shortly after Nefrigar found me and hauled me back to the clinic.
"Whenever I can," I said. "I skip therefore I am."
"Skip?"
"Didn't Nefrigar tell you I was High Demon?"
"He did say that," Doctor Halivar consulted his handheld.
"High Demons skip. We don't fold as the Larentii do. Someone explained it to me as skipping flat stones on water."
"Ah. I don't believe I've met anyone with the talent before."
"I can take you for a short hop," I offered.
"Ms. Nilvas, I assure you that won't be necessary."
"No, you just want to dig around in my head. Ask about my mother. That sort of thing."
"How was she? Your mother?"
"Dead. Shortly after I was born. Next question."
"What did Ceerah say to you?"
"That I was a charity case and this room should have been given to somebody who actually had money."
"Really." He didn't make it a question.
"I try not to lie unless I'm forced to do so," I said. "And I usually speak my mind. Why doesn't this suite have a kitchen?"
"Why do you want a kitchen?"
"I have a Master Cook's license. Do the math. I'm sure the food here is very good. Mine is probably better."
"I'm told you tried to kill yourself recently."
"I did. Almost jumped into a volcano."
"Is that a real volcano or a symbolic one?"
"A real one."
"Why do you think you're here, Ms. Nilvas?"
"A god f*cked up my life. Go ahead, record delusional in your comp-vid." I rose to pace. I wasn't really sure what good all this was going to do me, but I promised Nefrigar that I'd give it a couple of weeks when he'd talked me into coming back.
"I try to stay away from that term if I can," he said dryly.
"Lie," I said. Doctor Halivar blinked at me.
"I know when people lie. I knew Ceerah was speaking the truth when she said what she did. You can move me to another room if you want."
"Reah, I'm not moving you. Someone close to me asked for this room specifically for you. Therefore, it is yours. Do not let Ceerah intimidate you."
"She didn't. I skipped away to keep from knocking her through a wall. I'm not in a good mood right now."
"Do you do that often? Knock people through walls?"
"Not recently, but when seventy Greater Demons tried to attack me, my Thifilatha burned them to death. It wasn't pleasant to watch or smell. Burned flesh isn't a nice scent. Did they tell you I'm pregnant?"
"Yes. I have that information. If you need extra food to keep from becoming ill, you only have to tell my staff."
"I've only seen Ceerah so far and I'm not asking her for anything." Doctor Halivar frowned at my admission.
"Now, these Greater Demons, where were they?"
"I'm not at liberty to say. I don't think you have ASD clearance."
"What if I were to get clearance?"
"I'll only believe that if Lendill Schaff or Norian Keef shows up and says it's all right," I said. "Unless that happens, you get nothing."
"Would you be more comfortable telling these things to another member of my staff?"
"No. I'm not telling you any ASD business unless the Director or Vice-Director says it's all right." I went to stand beside the plexi windows. The water in the distance was beautiful, with a late summer sun hanging low on the horizon.
"Why were these Greater Demons attacking you?"
"Can't say."
"What's the difference between High Demons and Greater Demons?"
"I can't answer that, because I don't really know. Somebody told me they were Greater Demons after the fact. They can't skip, I know that much. They'd have gotten the hell away from me if they could."
"What makes a High Demon a High Demon?" Doctor Halivar was very curious.
"I don't know. What makes you a male?"
"I was born male."
"I was born High Demon."
"Point taken. What do High Demons do?"
"Most of them do nothing, in my experience," I snorted. "The males turn to full Thifilathi once a month and go stomping around, roaring and beating their chests, mostly."
"And the females?"
"The females don't have to turn. Some of them can't, I don't think. I and one other turn."
"Can you do this for me?"
"I won't, because it burns my clothing away when I turn. I'd be naked when I came back to myself. Won't do that," I shook my head.
"Ah."
"Have you ever seen a High Demon become Thifilathi or Thifilatha?" I asked.
"I'd barely heard they existed, so the answer is no. Are you comfortable talking about the attack?"
"One of the Greater Demons did it during the full moon. They get pissy just like the male High Demons do. I had to allow it to get the information I needed for the case I was working."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"About the god who f*cked up your life?"
"Kifirin."
"Kifirin." He repeated the word.
"Yes. Stay away from him if at all possible."
"I'll do my best."
"Don't patronize. You seem nice enough. Don't ruin it."
"Tell me about Nefrigar."
"He's the Larentii Archivist. I've only been to the Archives a time or two. I could get lost in one room and not come out for a century or two."
"He has access to the information the Larentii store?"
"He does."
"What if I asked you to request a tour?"
"Ask him yourself. I don't use my position in his life to influence him like that. Nefrigar makes up his own mind. Always."
* * *
"What do you have, Ceerah?" Jalan grinned at her supervising nurse. Ceerah and Jalan often pulled recordings of this patient or that and watched the sessions, although they weren't authorized to do so. Ceerah had the codes to get into the recordings; she just didn't have access to the doctors' private notes. Most of the staff lived on the grounds of Sea Winds, in a separate building. Ceerah and Jalan often had dinner together and watched the vids Ceerah pulled.
"The new patient that Doctor Halivar accepted for free," Ceerah grinned. "She's pretty messed up." Ceerah cued the vid and let it play. Both nurses watched and laughed as the female claimed to be High Demon and an operative for the ASD.
"At least she knows the word delusional," Jalan snickered at that point in the vid. "Do you know how much money we could make if we sold this to that reality show?"
"The one that gets the embarrassing moments?" Ceerah smiled.
"Yeah. They call it Temporary Insanity. Only this isn't temporary, is it?" She pointed to the woman in the vid. "And they can cover the faces so nobody knows who it really is."
"Doctor Halivar never watches regular vids anyway. He's always got his head elsewhere," Ceerah smirked. "And since none of the other doctors are seeing this patient," she gave Jalan a conspiratorial grin.
"Come on, let's submit this. This is too good to pass up." Jalan pulled the chip and slipped it into her comp-vid. Jalan transferred the information to the show's site, including information on where to reach both her and Ceerah for payment if the vid was used. "They probably won't use it, but it's worth a try. I've heard of submissions getting ten thousand or more."
"What if we're caught? You know what the laws are on patient confidentiality."
"Come on. We're treating her free of charge. Does she even have any rights?"
* * *
"So, Reah, what do you think of the food here?" Doctor Halivar was back after I'd had breakfast and lunch. The food was tolerable.
"It was all right," I said, shrugging.
"Only all right?"
"Some of it barely. The scrambled eggs were runny. I hate that."
"You're very particular about your food."
"I am."
"Tell me about these Greater Demons. What do you know about them?"
"The ones who attacked and raped other women or just the one who attacked me?"
"The last one."
"I can't tell you his name. He figured he was going to have me, one way or the other. He had someone else chain me up and then he bit me and left." I wasn't going to tell Doctor Halivar about a shining woman who'd appeared to prevent Zendeval from raping me. That would constitute a really big section of notes, telling anybody how crazy he thought I was.
"Was it painful? Did he hurt you?"
"Yes."
"How badly?"
"He bit me. Somehow, he gave me an infection. I was sick for days afterward."
"And you knew you were pregnant at the time?"
"No. I found out shortly after."
"And the child is healthy?"
"As far as I know. Nobody says differently. Teeki and Neeki said they were shielding him."
"Teeki and Neeki?"
"Twins. They're Kifirin's assistants."
"Ah."
* * *
The patient has been here six days, and still I have trouble getting through to her. Something is there, but I can't get anywhere near it, Kevis wrote in his private notes. Reah speaks readily of the attack and other things, but something is hidden. She displays anger and callousness over the treatment she received from her attacker. Refuses to tell me where it occurred or how she escaped from him. I have never heard of Greater Demons before. I must do research.
Kevis' day had been full and it was very late. He'd not gotten to record his notes on Reah's sessions until now. He was quite surprised when two men appeared in his study, pistols drawn and both growling.
"You came with the highest recommendation," Norian snapped at Kevis Halivar. "Yet I see Reah in a session on a vid program after my agents notified me. Her face isn't even hidden. We have the records of who submitted it; we've spent the last two clicks grilling that stupid f*ck producer who aired it. He claims a technical glitch kept her face from being hidden on the program. I want to speak with two of your nurses, now. Where are Ceerah Kade and Jalan Wolk? They couldn't wait to send this in to that stupid program."
"Here they are," two of Norian's agents hauled Ceerah and Jalan into Kevis' private study. Kevis stared angrily at both women.
"Who are you?" Ceerah snapped at Norian, who still held a Ranos pistol in his hand.
"Norian Keef, Director of the ASD," Norian snapped back. "You're both under arrest for violating the patient confidentiality laws."
"There's no way that loony is ASD," Ceerah scoffed.
"Shut up," Norian said pleasantly. "If you don't, I'll allow my Vice-Director here to remove your face."
"What the hell is going on?" Gavril, Tory and Ry appeared all at once, almost causing Jalan to shriek. Ceerah stared. One of the three looked like Teeg San Gerxon, Founder of the Campiaan Alliance.
Gavril was the one who spoke. He was seething and about to let his vampire run free. "We leave her in your care and a few evenings later her face is splashed across the Reth Alliance and she's made a laughing stock? The entire Alliance has seen those vids. They think she's completely crazy. What do you think will happen if Reah sees that? She's been betrayed enough as it is." Gavril was shouting, Tory was blowing smoke and Ry was about to place a spell on someone.
"Ceerah, you managed to get past the private codes, didn't you?" Kevis glared at his head nurse. "How long has this been going on?"
"I won't tell you." She turned her head away. She'd thought at times in the past that perhaps she could convince Kevis to fall for her. That desire had been a vain one.
"Two years," Jalan hung her head. "Only we just sat and watched the funny ones until now. This one; we thought we wouldn't get caught."
"Shut up," Ceerah hissed.
"You broke into the records," Jalan snapped at Ceerah.
"You submitted it to Temporary Insanity," Ceerah shot back.
Norian watched the exchange with interest. No need for questioning if the information was volunteered freely.
"I wish to ask for extradition," Gavril said, anger still in his voice.
"Extradition?" Kevis asked.
"To Campiaa. These two have violated a citizen's rights. I have the right by law to request extradition and place them on trial. Reah didn't give permission for her image to be used while under treatment. In fact, a responsible party should have been approached for permission. Was that done? I understand she only arrived at this facility six days ago."
"Jalan, this is Teeg San Gerxon, from the Campiaan Alliance," Kevis said wearily and sat behind his desk. He felt as if he needed a stiff drink.
"If they aren't extradited, I will certainly lodge a protest with the founding member of the Reth Alliance," Ry said.
"And this is Rylend Morphis, newly crowned King of Karathia," Kevis wasn't even looking up from his desk any longer.
"If I admit I signed off on it, will that keep me here?" Jalan asked. "I couldn't get the vid submitted unless I did. I signed that Nefrigar guy's name."
"You forged documents, after this one broke into private patient records and handed them to you?" Kevis raked a hand through short, light-brown hair.
"You forged a Larentii's signature?" Lendill stared at Jalan.
"A Larentii? They don't exist," Ceerah laughed.
"I altered my appearance only for her when we arrived," Nefrigar appeared, his height crowding the room. He wasn't altering his appearance now.
"Oh, stars save us," Ceerah stared up at Nefrigar in horror.
"Something may have to save you. Reah saw that program and has disappeared again," Nefrigar said.