Sacrifice (The Descendants #2) by Michel Mayandree

Author:Michel, Mayandree [Michel, Mayandree]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

Twenty - Cordelia

Tomb

Finally, we arrived at the cemetery. Evan parked the Phantom behind Nikolas’ Cadillac coupe. I spotted Bertrand’s Imperial 80 – the numeral eighty for the Chrysler sports car’s peak maximum speed, and was glad to know he had arrived. The street was dimly lit by a few streetlights. If I focused hard enough I could see a few hundred feet ahead of me and fortunately, no one was in sight. I didn’t expect to see any mortals, this late, anywhere near a cemetery, but I wouldn’t be surprised if a few immortal beings showed up. Right now, there weren’t any in plain sight but I never underestimated the veil of a fog.

Through the mist, I could make out Bertrand’s, Nikolas’, and Bethany’s furrowed brows and pursed lips. They were annoyed. Evangelia – the only happy face of the group – smiled when she noticed Evan walking toward the cemetery’s entrance and quickly saddled up next to her brother.

“What took you so long?” Bethany asked.

“At one point you were following me, and then when I checked the rear view mirror again, the brougham was gone.” Nikolas added.

“Just a little detour,” I said shooting a quick glance at both Victor and Evan. They played along and appeared aloof.

“Thank you for being here.” I said and walked over to the demigod of metal and fire.

“I’m here to serve you, empress.” Bertrand said.

“Lead the way.” I instructed.

Bertrand led us through the tall iron cemetery gates that were conveniently unlocked. There weren’t any sounds of any kind to be heard as we walked down an oak tree lined path littered with broken branches. The fog dissipated and various sizes of ghostly white tombstones and statues covered in vines came into view.

“A little further.” Bertrand said over his shoulder as we followed him in silence.

After a few yards, I began to sense an aura. It became stronger with each step we took toward a large mausoleum. The mausoleum had several Doric columns in front and reminded me of the Parthenon.

“I can sense it. It’s not very strong, but I can see why you were lured here, Bert.”

We stopped in front of the concrete structure. By now, the aura was intense and I was certain that it was of a divine Ischero. The vast cemetery was still and there wasn’t any other presence detected for the moment. Bertrand stepped up to the ornate steel door of the mausoleum. His index finger lengthened and thinned out into a metal rod. The tip of his finger curled into the distinct shape of a skeleton key. Betrand and his younger brother, Sebastian, had the rare ability of transforming into all metals – solid and liquid. They could also project fire as well as ignite into a flame.

With his self-made key, Bertrand unlocked and pulled the heavy door open. He transformed his finger back to its original shape, flicked a flame from the tip of it, and lit up the darkened tomb. The walls were of shimmering white marble. Two marble altars which sat side-by-side, shone as if they had just been polished.

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