Page 103 of In Your Light

“I would like to see the world a little closer to the ground,” Fyn decided.

Sawyer groaned again. “I’m going to vomit.”

Hadeom looked at Ciaran. “Bathroom, second door on the right.”

Ciaran helped Sawyer up and rushed him down the hall.

“Is he okay?” Fyn asked.

Hadeom smiled. “He will be. And so will we. I know I’ve asked a lot of you, Fyn. But I would ask just one more thing of you.”

“Anything.”

“I would ask that you trust me,” he said. “And trust Cern.”

“Of course,” Fyn said. “You’re kind of scaring me, though.”

Hadeom smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to Fyn’s lips. “I love you. And we’re going to be just fine, you’ll see.”

Fyn felt better immediately. “I love you too. And Salem’s mother is alive. That means Salem can’t be mad at you.”

Hadeom chuckled. “Well, he can. I still hunted him, and I did hurt his mother. Cern said she was injured...”

“Do you remember her?”

Hadeom blinked slowly and sighed. “No. I stopped seeing faces. There were so many over such a long time. And that’s what haunts me now, Fyn. That I could end so many lives, cause so much devastation, and not even care enough to remember a face, a name. Salem has every right to still hate me.” He gave Fyn a sad smile. “But there is one thing I can do to tip the scales. I just need you to trust that I’ll be okay. That we’ll be fine. Better, even.”

Fyn did trust him, and if Hadeom asked him to hold onto that trust, he would. “Okay, then. What are we doing here?”

“We need to access my computers.”

“For what?”

“Information.”

Ciaran and Sawyer came out of the hall. Ciaran had his arm around Sawyer and was helping him walk, as Sawyer did not look well.

“What the fuck, Hadeom?” Sawyer said. “What did you do to me?”

Hadeom looked at them, concerned. “We need to move quickly.” He went to a large set of double doors and slid them open. These two rooms combined were bigger than Fyn’s entire mountain camp. “This way.”

Fyn followed him, and while Hadeom began pulling things out of the huge desk, he pointed to some metal cases. “Bring those over, please. Help me load them up.”

Fyn did as he was asked, and Ciaran helped Sawyer into the room. He sat him on a lounge by the window.

“What are we doing here?” Ciaran asked. “Sawyer needs to see Kellan. We don’t have time for this.”

Hadeom was busy typing on a computer, like the one Fyn had seen in Sawyer’s office, only better. “We need to do this,” Hadeom said, still typing away.

“Hadeom!” Ciaran said, more urgently.

Hadeom’s fingers paused, and he looked up. “I need you to trust me.”

“Trust you?” Ciaran’s eyes were wild. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Ciaran, I need you to help Fyn load those hard drives into those cases.” He pressed a button, and a part of the wall slid back to reveal a secret panel.

There were all kinds of things on display that Fyn couldn’t begin to understand.