Beware the Serpent

J. Alex Acker

Women's Work Press (2002)

Dr. Savannah Jase is talented, powerful, and dangerous. Already a world-renowned cancer specialist, she has an insatiable appetite for beautiful women, an unquenchable thirst for power, and a penchant for unspeakable evil.

Sterling Navarre, Dr. Jase's partner, is dying of canceraccording to Dr. Jase at least. Sterling is convinced her condition is more sinister than cancer, and that Savannah is behind it.

In a quest to cure her illness, Sterling seeks to acquire the Serpentine Sapphire, a stone so powerful that its very existence has never been confirmed. Sterling consults noted gemologist Leah Constantine, who's skeptical that the stone even exists. Leah finds herself curiously drawn to the ailing woman, and quickly ensnared in situation well beyond her wildest imaginings.

Will Sterling find the stone in time, only to have it fall into Savannah's hands? Can Leah be convinced of the stone's existence and help Sterling? And will the mysterious Guardian make herself known in time to save them all?

About the Author

J. Alex Acker has been a promotional copywriter for over 19 years. She quit the corporate world to become a successful novelist. While she waits for success to find her, she works as a receptionist, landscaper, house painter, and catalog writer to make ends meet.

In 2001, Alex's debut novel Beware the Kiss was published by Women's Work Press. The novel was well-received and won critical acclaim from both reviewers and readers. She has finished writing the third book in the Raven Delaire Curse Trilogy, entitled Beware the Cry at Night. It will be published by Women's Work Press in 2004.

She lives with her partner, Rita, and dog, Wylie, in Saint Paul, Minnesota.

Beware the Serpent

J Alex Acker

Prologue

It was the most peculiar thing he'd ever seen.

For over 65 years, Eduard Gaveneau had been fishing the Mediterranean miles off the seaport of Marseille in the southeastern region of Cote d'Azur, France. But it was the first time he pulled up his nets and found a remarkable specimen of the ancient, deep waters. He knew its looks alone would bring him many francs.

The serpent was a formidable combination of sea creatures. With the head of a moray eel and the body of an octopus, the serpent looked as if it had come directly from Greek mythology. Its green and yellow scales and tentacles glistened in the fading sunlight and the slimy head hissed as it wiggled back and forth.

It had taken all of Eduard's energy to pull it into his small, old boat. Thinking he had made the catch of his career, Eduard put all the strength he could muster into bringing the net into the boat. His heart soared thinking he had a catch good enough to pay for some of his wife's growing medical bills. But when he saw what he had caught, he shrank to the other side of the boat.

The odor was stifling. He turned his eyes away from the creature and wiped the tears streaming down his face. Eduard covered his nose and mouth and took another look at the serpent. Out of water, the hissing became more and more subdued, and the tentacles moved slower. Death was seconds away for the creature.

Eduard took a deep breath and steadied his shaking hands. With every ounce he could find he walked to the other side of the boat, picked up the serpent, and slid it over the railing and back into the ocean. He then stripped off his shirt and threw it overboard. He bent over the rail to wash his hands free of the smelly, scaly substance.

Exhaustion set in and he sank to the deck. He had caught nothing that day except for the serpent, and now he had just released what would have brought him a few francs to the deep waters. The smell was enough to make him cry. For some reason he could not have taken the serpent back to the harbor where it would have been dissected and examined, photographed and categorized. He raised himself up and grabbed a mop to wash the deck. When his mop hit something across the floorboards, Eduard got down on his knees to look. He blinked. There, next to his rusty, dented bucket lay the most beautiful, darkest sapphire he had ever seen. He picked up the loose stone and held it in his hands. A sudden surge of electricity coursed through his body, and in his fright, he dropped the stone. It fell into the bucket where it remained for the rest of the journey back to the harbor.

Eduard shook his hand to rid himself of the feeling and wiped it on his dirty pants. The sapphire must be possessed, he thought to himself. But, it would pay the doctor for all the medical care given to his sick wife.

1

The words on the monitor flickered in response to a brilliant flash of lightning. Leah Constantine cringed at the explosive thunder that followed. Another flash of light lit the dark sky. Leah hit the save command and shut her computer down. The gamble of losing a day's work seemed like the perfect way to end a horrible day.

Tired and frustrated, Leah leaned over her desk and dropped her head on her folded arms. Her back ached from too many hours at the computer and the noise in her head ricocheted against her temples. Late nights at work on a dismal Friday were not Leah's idea of enjoyment. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, knowing well that she had nothing to go home to.

The door to her office opened.

"Had enough?"

Leah sat up and nodded stiffly. She leaned back in her chair and watched her assistant, and younger brother, Antonio place a stack of papers where her head had been. Leah groaned.

"Hey, it's not so bad," Antonio smiled. "This is the last section and all I need is your signature." He turned to leave but stopped at the door. "Oh, and a few more things."

"I'm almost afraid to ask," Leah stood and stretched. "What is it?"

"Wesley Tate is on line one, and your appointment is here to see you."

Leah's head snapped to attention. "Wesley?"

Antonio nodded. "Would you like me to take a message?"

Leah ran her fingers through her shoulder-length, medium brown hair. The caramel highlights stood out in fierce defiance of the storm's humidity. A wisp of hair dangled in front of her gray eyes. As she absentmindedly brushed it aside her face reddened.

"I haven't heard from Wes in over a year and she picks tonight to call. I must be in hot water with the gods to get this royal treatment." Leah reached for the phone and paused.

"I really can take a message for you if you want." Antonio walked back to Leah's desk in the small office behind the showroom. He put his hand on top of Leah's. "You don't have to take her call, you know."

"I know," Leah sighed. "I'm just feeling so edgy tonight." She straightened her shoulders. "Would you give me three minutes before you bring in—"

"Sterling Navarre."

"Right, Sterling." Leah shook her head. Lightning laced the sky with its jagged streak of electricity. "I must be losing it. I don't recall having an appointment tonight."

"It's been a hectic week, I don't remember scheduling this appointment either. I'll keep Ms. Navarre occupied." Antonio winked and closed the door.

Leah took a deep breath, counted to ten and lifted the receiver. "Dr. Tate, it's been a long time."

"Hello, Leah."

The breathy voice pierced Leah's heart. She turned and leaned on her desk. Her knuckles turned white from clasping the edge for support.

"I miss you," the words whispered across the wires.

Leah said nothing.

"I'm interrupting, but I need to — "

"My next appointment is here. I have only a minute." Leah broke in.

Beyond the window, the lightning illuminated the harsh looking clouds. From the third floor of the International Market Square, Leah could see the traffic streaming down 1-394.

"A Friday night appointment? I thought you never met with customers on Friday evenings?" Wesley asked surprised.

"I don't. I'm not sure why Antonio scheduled it." Leah pinched the bridge of her nose. The sound of Wesley's low voice was disturbing.

She peered down at the credenza behind her desk. In a sparkling silver frame stood her favorite photo. Taken more than two years before, Wesley playfully leaned against a low wooden bench, wearing a sleeveless denim shirt and faded jeans. Leah sat on the ground facing her with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She wore a pair of weathered blue jeans with one knee worn through. Held between Wesley's long legs, Leah's face was but two inches from Wesley's. The long blonde strands of Wesley's hair flowed over Leah like a wave. When they parted, she had been unable to pack the photo away with the rest of the gifts Wesley had given her.

Leah closed her eyes against the memories and the pain. "Wes," she sucked in her breath, "why are you calling me?"

The sound of thunder filled in the awkward silence.

"Leah," Wesley paused, "I need your help."

"I'm sorry, Wes, I — "

"No, Leah, wait, I need your professional help." Wesley paused. Her voice pleaded. "You're the best gemologist in the country when it comes to finding rare stones. I need you to find one for me. If you can find it, I promise I won't ever bother you again."

"What stone?" Leah eyes glared at the picture.

Wesley's voice was barely audible. "It's a sapphire."

"I'm sure any local jeweler can help you find — "

"The Serpentine Sapphire," Wesley interrupted.

As lightning flashed, thunder crashed around Leah. She took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Her hands began to shake. "It doesn't exist, Wesley. The Serpentine is a myth, a legend — nothing more." She gripped the desk again.

"No, Leah, it does exist and I HAVE to have it."

Leah raised her head and looked out the window. The dark night sky had turned the glass into a mirror. She watched as Antonio entered the room with her appointment. The window reflected the image of a tall woman with long black hair. The color of the woman's eyes reminded Leah of black onyx. Her brother directed the customer to a chair in front of Leah's desk, offered her something to drink, and left the room.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. I must be going."

"I miss you," Wesley began to press. "Leah, please I need to see you?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea." The tone of Leah's voice was crisp and professional.

"I have a few weeks before I start a new project. Can I come to Minneapolis to see you?" Wesley pleaded.

"No, I'm booked through November." Leah watched through the glass and watched Sterling's face. She sat listening to the telephone conversation, which greatly annoyed Leah.

"Call me back—please?" Wesley hung up before Leah could answer.

"Goodbye," Leah said to the silent telephone line.

She took a deep breath and placed the receiver on its cradle. The remaining loneliness and pain caused by the abrupt separation of their six-year relationship converged on Leah's heart. She wanted to cry but was conscious of her visitor. Leah mentally tried to calm her stomach. Pushing aside a loose wisp of hair, Leah turned and slowly raised her head. She looked directly into black onyx eyes. An electrical current surged through her body, making her knees weak.

"Ms. Navarre, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting," Leah walked around the desk and extended her hand.

"I have very little time, Ms. Constantine, so I'll be brief." The voice was low and articulate but the handshake was weak. Sterling had straight, white teeth and deeply chiseled dimples on each side of her mouth.

"What may I do for you?" Leah dropped her hand and walked back to her chair. Sterling Navarre was beautiful but ice cold.

"I'm looking for a special gem."

Rain pelted the windows with large drops of clear liquid, and thunder shook the building.

"We have an excellent reputation for finding precious stones. I'll be happy to have one of the gemologists I work with help you." Leah opened a directory on her desk and flipped through several pages. When she looked up she was startled to find Sterling Navarre standing.

Sterling's eyes flared. Her jaw was taut and she spoke through clenched teeth. "I am aware of your fine reputation. I don't want one of your gemologists. I want YOU to find this stone for me."

Leah stood trying to compose herself. She was accustomed to tough clients but this woman was in a league of her own. Leah enunciated her response carefully. "If I search for your stone it will triple your costs."

"Money isn't important."

It was an obvious statement. Sterling was dressed in the finest jewelry she had ever seen. Leah marveled at the diamonds and sapphires, set in platinum, on Sterling's fingers. A single strand of white gold hung around her neck with an intricately designed crystal pendant. A second, longer necklace neatly framed Sterling's delicately thin neck.

The wind howled and flashes of lightning ripped through the sky. The lights flickered in the office. Leah turned her attention briefly to the storm and then back to Sterling Navarre. "What gemstone do you want?"

Lightning flashed around them.

"A very large sapphire," Sterling said in a low, clear voice.

Leah shrugged. The request wasn't so bad after all. "How large?"

"Three point six-six carats. It's the Serpentine Sapphire — " The sound of rumbling thunder broke off Sterling's words.

"What?" Leah's eyes grew wide. She shook herself and forced her eyes away from those of Sterling's. "The Serpentine Sapphire is a myth."

Sterling placed her hands on her hips. "No, it's very, very real."

"I've researched that stone for years. There's absolutely no truth behind its existence. None."

"Then you apparently were researching in the wrong place."

Leah leaned forward over the desk, feeling her cheeks redden. "Ms. Navarre, I happen to have a personal interest in the Serpentine. I have studied every account I can find on it, but there is nothing — nothing — to substantiate its existence. Why should I suddenly take your word for it that it does?"

"Because I know the person who has the Serpentine."

Sterling sat back down in her chair.

Lightning flashed catapulting the room into darkness. The windows rattled and the room shook. The lights flickered and came back on.

Leah couldn't believe the timing of Wesley's call and Sterling's request. "It's a myth, Ms. Navarre."

"No, Ms. Constantine, it's not a myth," Sterling said with her head down. She slowly raised her head and looked at Leah, her eyes intense and deadly serious. "I know the person who possesses this stone."

Leah shook her head. She was exhausted and she wanted to go home. "There are hundreds of qualified gemologists. Why me?"

"Like you said, you have a personal interest in the Serpentine. No one else knows it like you do," Sterling paused, giving Leah time to digest her words.

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose. She recalled Wesley's statement about the existence of the Serpentine.

Sterling's eyes pierced Leah like a knife. "I'm not a fake, Ms. Constantine, and the Serpentine is real."

"If it does exist," Leah paced, "I mean, if you do know how to get your hands on it, do you know what you're asking for?"

"Yes. " Sterling stood and picked up her purse. She opened it and withdrew a handkerchief. "The Serpentine Sapphire can do many things. It can give life or it can take it away."

Leah came around the desk and faced Sterling. "I'll need some time to think about this."

"I don't have time," Sterling breathed. She turned brusquely away.

Leah reached out to stop Sterling. "Ms. Navarre — "

When Sterling turned back, Leah saw blood streaming from the other woman's nose. Through her hand Sterling's voice was muted. "I'm sorry you won't work with me."

Shocked at the sudden appearance of blood, and before Leah could say another word, Sterling was gone.

Leah dropped into the nearest chair. Her spirits sank and her whole body shook from the strange encounter. She stiffly got up and walked into the showroom. On the floor, in front of the door, was Sterling Navarre's bloodied handkerchief.

2

Friday night's storm created a hot, muggy August Saturday. Leah sat under an umbrella, basking in the peacefulness of the late morning. The small pond and rushing waterfall she had built in her backyard looked inviting in the sizzling summer heat. The drops of water were like diamonds, splashing in pieces on the dark brown rocks.

Leah peered over her sunglasses and watched the approaching figure. As Antonio cut across the emerald lawn, Leah stretched and put her book down on the table.

"Good morning, Boss," he kissed Leah lightly on the cheek and sat down in an empty chair. He picked up the book Leah was reading and ran his gaze over the title. "Just what I thought."

"What?" Leah squinted her eyes at her brother.

"Another 'true' account of the Serpentine Sapphire. How amazing that I should find you reading a book on the elusive gem." Antonio laughed. "Truly amazing."

Leah laughed.

"God it's hot." Antonio helped himself to a sip of Leah's ice tea. "Hey, how did it go with Ms. Navarre last night?"

"It didn't," Leah's shoulders drooped.

"Ouch." Her brother drew an invisible circle on the table.

"So, you didn't find out if she's single or—"

"She was only in the office for ten minutes," Leah cut in. "We didn't get into personal histories."

"Too bad, she seems like an interesting woman." Antonio shrugged. "The outfit was a knock-out and those jewels — wow."

"Too cold."

"Did you think so? But who cares, if she's beautiful," Antonio replied.

"I care," Leah looked away.

"Okay, let me put it to you this way. She may be cold but she's down right stunning. What a combination of dark hair and those eyes! Reminded me of onyx." Antonio raised an eyebrow and picked up the book again.

"That's the same thing I thought about her eyes." Leah wiped away the perspiration from her upper lip and looked back at Antonio. "You can tell we're in the jewelry business. But I know what you're getting at and you know how I feel about mixing business with pleasure."

"Leah, you've been mourning over Wesley's departure for months now. You got to start living again. Anyway, I just hate to see you so — " he paused.

"Single?" Leah prompted.

"Well, hey, I love you. This past year you've worked yourself silly —and me, too. You need a vacation."

Leah laughed. "Sure, vacationing by myself. Sounds like paradise."

"Leah, you know Simon and I would be more than willing to go with you." Antonio frowned.

"I know."

A silent bond of love smoothed over the minutes.

"Definitely steamy," Antonio slapped the table playfully.

"Excuse me?"

"She's definitely steamy. Simon's reading a book series by an author of the same name. He loves her."

"Really?" Leah asked. "I didn't know there was an author by the name of Sterling Navarre."

"That's because you'd rather read old, musty smelling manuscripts and textbooks that — " Antonio stopped. "Maybe it was Sterling the author in your office last night?"

"I don't see how. Last night's Sterling wasn't exactly steamy — hot under the collar maybe, but definitely not steamy."

"What does she want from you?" Antonio asked distracted. He was still wondering if there was a connection. He knew Simon would be envious if he had met his favorite author.

"The Serpentine Sapphire."

"Oh, that's nice — " Leah's words registered and Antonio's eyes came quickly back to Leah's face. "The what?"

"You heard me." She tapped her index finger on the book.

"Man, she goes for the pinnacle of gems." He shrugged his shoulders. "Did you tell her it didn't exist?"

"Yes."

"And she didn't buy it."

"Nope."

"So, you sent her away?" Antonio sagged in his chair.

"Actually, she went on her own," Leah said remembering the handkerchief.

"And I left right after she came in. So what happened?" Antonio asked.

"I told her it didn't exist and she told me it did." She folded her arms across her chest. "I can't believe she had the nerve to come into my office and tell me it did."

"Did you tell her you've been studying the Serpentine ever since you graduated from the Gemology Institute of America?"

"Yes. That's the reason she came in last night. She must have found my name in the G.I.A. alumni directory."

"Oh," he said seeing her gray eyes darken. "So, what did Dr. Wesley Tate want?"

"Same thing." Leah watched her brother take another sip from her glass.

"What?" Tea flew out of his mouth and he quickly scrambled to clean up the mess. "Are you serious? The Dr. Wesley Tate who thinks gems are a waste of money? The same Dr. Tate who left you for research? I don't believe it."

Leah sat up in her chair and adjusted the swimming suit she was wearing. The bright floral pattern looked lush against her lightly tanned skin. "Yes, Wesley also wants the Serpentine Sapphire."

Antonio's eyes grew wide. "Do you think the two requests are related?"

"I don't see how." Leah lowered her voice. "Maybe. But Sterling even went so far as to tell me that she knows the person who possesses the stone."

"Who?"

"She didn't supply me with a name."

"So you think it's just a fluke that they both asked for the same gem within ten minutes of one another?"

"You forget, dear brother, that all myths are based on at least one fact. And that fisherman's story has been circulating again. I always get requests for the Serpentine when it does." Leah pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "The Serpentine is an enigma —the story of the most beautiful and mysterious gem in the world. It's a pot-of-gold to the poor, an oasis to the greedy, and a fascination to the scholarly."

"Well, we know which category Wesley falls into," Antonio smirked. "But which one does Sterling Navarre? She certainly isn't poor, what with the jewelry she displayed last night. Let's see, that makes her either greedy or scholarly."

"I'd place my bet on greedy."

"Wow, she did piss you off, but I can't say I blame you. How many times have we been asked to get the Hope Diamond for customers?"

"A lot." Something tugged at the perimeters of Leah's consciousness. "Sapphires are known as the 'gem of the soul.' Ancient healers widely used them as painkillers. It's really odd, but before Sterling left, her nose started bleeding."

"So you think she needs the Serpentine to stop her nosebleeds?" Antonio smirked again.

"No, at least I don't think that's why she wants it. But who knows." Leah tapped her index finger on the book.

"Hmm, that's kind of interesting."

"What is?" Leah asked.

"While you were on the phone with Wesley, I had a heck of a time trying to make Ms. Navarre comfortable."

"What do you mean?" Leah stopped her tapping.

"Before I brought her into the office, I thought I heard her groan. I asked her if she needed something, but she answered my question with an abrupt 'no, thank you.'"

"I was so tired last night and blown away by Wesley's call, I guess I wasn't prepared to meet with Sterling." Leah cocked her head. "By the way, Tonio, why did you schedule that appointment last night anyway?"

"Like I said last night, I didn't schedule that appointment. You know we never make appointments for each other on Friday nights unless we make them ourselves." He looked hurt.

"You didn't schedule it?" Leah's mind raced.

"No, I thought you did. It was written in my appointment calendar in your handwriting."

Leah's face paled. "I didn't schedule it."

"Well, that's weird," he replied. "That does it. I'm going to the office to check the appointment book."

"Well, maybe it was just an oversight and I'm too tired to think rationally. Maybe I did schedule it." Leah paused, "No, I absolutely did not schedule it."

"Will you see her again?"

"I don't know, we never got that far. Her nose started bleeding and she left saying she was sorry that we wouldn't be working together?" Leah took off her sunglasses and peered at the waterfall. "You don't know if she's called back, do you?"

"I checked with the answering service earlier but there were only a few calls —none from her. Let me check again." Antonio picked up the cordless phone on the table and dialed. A few seconds later he hung up. "Nope."

"Hmm." Leah stretched her arms over her head. "So what brings you over here on a sweltering Saturday morning."

"The delectable Mr. Simon Ayerst wants us to join him for dinner at the restaurant this evening. He hired a new chef and wants some honest opinions from his favorite peanut gallery. What do you think?"

"How can I refuse? You know I love Simon's cooking."

"Good, I was hoping you'd come. Why don't I pick you up at seven?" Antonio rose to his feet.

"No need. I'll drive myself. I could use the drive." She gave her brother her best smile. "Hey, will you ask Simon if I can borrow one of his Sterling Navarre novels?"

Antonio stopped and turned around. "He's pretty possessive of his books, you know, but I'll ask," he started to turn away. "Gee, I never thought about having a bestselling sister-in-law."

"Goodbye, Antonio."

The pavement before her looked scorched and blistered. In several places, the highway had buckled and the rubber between the slabs of concrete lay on the surface like black snakes. Leah grimaced each time she went over a bump. She left North Oaks with her windows down but the heat was fierce and the wet, heavy wind took her breath away. Stuck to the leather seats, she finally surrendered and turned on the air-conditioning. Luckily, her Acura wrung the dampness from the air and left Leah feeling human again. She switched on her favorite Sarah Brightman disk and settled in for the thirty-five minute drive to Stillwater.

Highway 36 was a pleasant drive with small lakes and woods dotting the roadway. Leah loved living in North Oaks, a small suburb north of Saint Paul, Minnesota. It was filled with marshes and wildlife, and she frequently saw deer wandering through her wooded yard. Her house was a soft-contemporary, three-story walk-out with vaulted ceilings, skylights, custom oak cabinetry, a gas fireplace, and large whirlpool in the master bath. But her favorite room was the octagonal kitchen where she could watch the seasons change over a hot cup of tea. The woods reminded Leah of her years as a camp counselor.

She looked in the rear-view mirror and frowned. As a child she had been so homely that the sisters in the Saint Paul orphanage had thrown up their hands unable to tame her wild locks. Potential couples felt Leah was too skinny and feared that she had some disease. But it was her hyper-activity that scared most of them. Always racing around and getting into trouble, Leah and Antonio were an unlikely pair for adoption. But they didn't mind. They adored the Sisters that took care of them.

Abandoned as an infant and toddler on the steps of the orphanage, there were no records of their parents. All that was left to both of them was the same wavy brown hair, dark gray eyes, and mischievous smiles. Antonio stood four inches taller than Leah and was also younger than her by two years.

Leah twisted the pink sapphire ring on her right hand and sighed. When she met Wesley, she thought her feelings of abandonment had finally come to an end, but when Wesley left, her feelings only magnified. The night Wesley drove away, Antonio and his partner Simon found her in a fetal position on the cold hard steps to their house. For months, they watched over Leah and nursed her back to reality.

But the loss still smoldered inside. Leah threw herself into gems, seeking some semblance of solace. She worked long hours, concentrating on the rare gems she searched for clients. And she succeeded. She was admired and alone. Leah rationalized that precious stones could never hurt her as badly as her former love.

"Oh, Wesley," she groaned putting her foot to the floor remembering that awful night...

The evening seemed cloaked in an ethereal light. Unable to sleep, Leah tossed and turned. Finally surrendering to her restlessness, she switched on the lamp next to the bed. Something felt out of place in the spacious master bedroom. The queen-size bed appeared dwarfed in the room with its sitting area, closets, and open balcony doors. Her cup of tea still sat on the table along with the book she had been reading.

A movement caught Leah's eye. Wesley emerged from the shadows. She wore a short, black satin kimono tied at her waist. It gaped open, partially revealing her breasts. She walked slowly toward the bed, her thighs peeking through the slits on each side. She knelt on the bed and straddled Leah's body.

"Leah," Wesley breathed excitedly.

"Wesley, what's gotten into you — " Leah sat up but her words were silenced as Wesley covered her mouth with eager lips.

With hands that were hot and demanding, Wesley pulled Leah closer and slid the silk shoulder straps down Leah's arms. She cupped Leah's breasts in her large hands. Forgetting her fatigue, Leah let Wesley gently guide her back against the pillows. Wesley's hair and skin smelled like rainwater.

Wesley began to untie her robe but Leah pushed her hands away. She slipped the kimono off Wesley's shoulders letting it fall across Leah's legs. Leah reached up and lightly rolled Wesley's aroused nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Wesley closed her eyes and moaned.

"Your nipples are as hard as diamonds," Leah whispered, dropping her hands and then raking her fingers up Wesley's back.

Wesley shivered, opened her eyes, and leaned forward. Her face was an inch from Leah's. "And yours are as hard as a tongue depressor."

"A what?" Leah began to giggle.

"You gemologists get all the romantic metaphors. We doctors are left with the clinical and sterile ones. It's simply unfair," Wesley pouted and then began laughing, too. She slowly began to grind her body into Leah. "So, what's new at the office?"

"Wesley, please — " Leah pleaded.

Wesley slid off Leah and ran her tongue the length of Leah's body. Her long blonde hair followed in the wake of her kisses. When she finally opened Leah with her fingers and gently ran her tongue through the warm moisture, Leah arched her back. Increasing the rhythm and pressure of her tongue, Wesley ignited Leah's body.

Leah was on fire and her body shook with anticipation as she neared the climax of their late night lovemaking. At the peak of ecstasy, Leah went over the edge and clung to Wesley for support. When her heart rate slowed, Leah attempted to move but Wesley held her against the pillows.

"No, Leah, I just want to love you tonight." Wesley lowered her eyes and looked away.

"Why?" Leah sat up grabbing the sheet in front of her. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Wesley swung her long legs slowly over the side and got out of bed. She began pacing. "Leah, I've been offered a job. It's the dream job I've been waiting for." Wesley looked down at her hands. "So, I called tonight and accepted the offer."

"Honey, that's great. I'm so excited for you," Leah watched Wesley closely. "I'll run downstairs and get some champagne.

We should be celebrating."

Wesley put her hands on Leah to stop her from getting up. She raised her eyes and looked directly into Leah's. "The job is in California."

A thick silence coated the two women.

"I have to do this," Wesley mumbled.

"You're leaving me?" Leah's eyes grew wide with tears. "Why didn't you discuss this with me?"

"I knew you wouldn't consider relocating your company," Wesley's voice grew soft.

Leah's mind reeled. Her ecstasy turned to rage. "You knew? My God, Wes, you didn't even bother to ask. I thought you and I would be together forever."

"I know, honey, and I'm sorry for making this decision without talking it over with you. I need to do this. This is my opportunity to combine research with clinical care. It's my chance to make a significant contribution in the field of medicine. This type of offer only comes around once in a lifetime. You do understand, don't you?" Wesley got down on her knees next to the bed.

Leah closed her eyes trying to comprehend the situation. Abandonment seized her fears. She spoke through clenched teeth. "No, Wesley, I do not understand why you would want to throw away what we have. And I can't believe you came in here, made love to me, and then informed me that you're leaving."

"Leah, I love — "

"Get out of here," the tone of Leah's voice was dangerous.

"Leah, can't we talk this through?" Wesley pleaded.

"We should've talked this through before you accepted the offer."

"Leah-"

"Get out, Wes, get out of this house and get out of my life," Leah screamed.

Their last night together echoed in Leah's mind. Her hand slammed against the steering wheel. She drove into the parking lot and sat in her car, shaking.

"How could you leave me?" Leah leaned her head against the wheel.

The Harbor Cafe was located in Stillwater on the banks of the scenic St. Croix River. The candlelit tables were set apart far enough so diners could converse without being overheard. A baby grand stood off to the side and was being beautifully played by a woman in a black tuxedo.

"Simon, I love this place. You have everything—the perfect ambiance, excellent food, a view that takes my breath away, wonderful people-watching — "

"Leah, stop it. You sound like you're writing a brochure for the Chamber of Commerce," Simon laughed. He was a pleasant looking man with short, brown hair, feathered back to emphasize his large blue eyes.

"I love the desserts," Antonio's lips twitched. He loved his sweets but tried in vain to resist. Since the beginning of his relationship with Simon, Antonio's suit size had gone from large to extra large.

"There are several, honey, which one are you referring to?" Simon asked.

Antonio winked at Simon.

"It's not on the menu," Leah whispered grinning. "Take it home, boys," she leaned back and laughed.

"Miss Leah, Antonio told me you want to read one of my Sterling Navarre novels," Simon said using his familiar endearment for Leah.

"If you wouldn't mind, Simon. Otherwise, I'll just stop at the bookstore."

"No need. I'll have Antonio bring one to work for you tomorrow." Simon's eyes moved in the direction of the entrance. He put his napkin aside. "I'll be right back. I've got to greet someone." He stood and walked toward the two women who had entered the restaurant.

Antonio's eyes followed Simon. He held his breath. "Leah, don't turn around but guess who just walked in?"

"A couple of diners I would imagine," Leah laughed.

"Very funny," Antonio let the air out of his lungs. He lowered his voice. "It's her—Sterling Navarre."

Leah's shoulders drooped. She wanted to turn around and watch but knew her actions would be too overt. Leah heard Simon's voice grow louder as he approached. When the trio passed behind her, Leah felt something hit her leg. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Excuse me," the voice said over Leah's right shoulder, "my purse slipped."

Leah turned her head and looked directly into two black onyx eyes. Without thinking Leah smiled and began to get up, but the hand on her shoulder kept her in her chair.

"I'm so sorry," Sterling murmured as she stood up and continued to her table. Sterling's off-the-shoulder, basil-colored, casual silk dress perfectly displayed her slender figure. A simple opal, set in white gold, hung between the crests of two full breasts. Sterling appeared anything but the demanding client who came to her office the previous evening. Her black, wavy hair was swept off her face and held by a silver barrette. Her long neck was exposed and framed by long opal earrings that dangled when she moved her head.

Leah caught her breath. She watched Simon seat Sterling and her companion at a table across the restaurant.

"You'd better breathe," came the voice to her left.

Leah opened her eyes and felt her cheeks flare. Antonio squeezed her hand.

"Yes, indeed, that woman is downright stunning. Great, here comes Simon. We can find out who's with her." Antonio whispered.

Sterling's dinner date was expensively dressed in wheat-colored slacks, a matching oversized jacket, and a pearl-colored linen blouse. She wore several rings adorned with diamonds and rubies on her fingers. Her charismatic smile reminded him of a slimy but polished politician.

Simon sat down.

"Dear, who's the gray-haired woman sitting with Sterling Navarre?" Antonio asked.

"Oh, you know Sterling. Quite a beauty isn't she? She's sitting with her lover."

Leah's heart sank.

"Her lover looks familiar but I can't figure out who she is," Antonio said.

Leah was grateful that Antonio asked the question she had wanted to ask.

"That's Dr. Savannah Jase." Simon looked at Antonio and then at Leah. He continued, "She's the founder of the Jase Cancer Research Center at Stanford University."

"Ah, so that's the famous Dr. Jase I've been hearing so much about in the paper." Antonio's voice filled with awe. "What is she doing in Stillwater, Minnesota? Vacationing?"

"Rumor has it she's negotiating with city officials to establish a cancer clinic here in the Twin Cities." Simon answered.

"I wouldn't imagine she's getting much cooperation from the University of Minnesota," Antonio said, watching Leah out of the corner of his eye.

"On the contrary. My sources say that the U of M would love to share in Dr. Jase's research and international reputation. They've got to recover their losses from all the athletic department's scandals. I guess the money would be nice, too. A partnership like that would bring a lot of business to Minneapolis and St. Paul. You can bet she's being wooed by the powers-that-be." Simon took a sip of his wine. "Leah, doesn't Wesley work at Jase?"

Leah cleared her throat. Unable to speak, she nodded her head.

"So that's the woman who whisked Wesley away," Antonio sneered. "Makes you just want to go over there and box her ears, doesn't it?"

Leah glanced over at the two women. Sterling Navarre and Dr. Jase made an odd pair. Sterling's classic beauty and quiet disposition contrasted with her partner's booming voice. You could hear her voice from every corner of the room.

"Leah, you've hardly touched your food. Would you like me to send it back?" Simon asked.

"No, no it's superb, Simon. Your new chef deserves a raise," she attempted a smile. "I could use a cup of coffee with something strong in it though."

Simon summoned the hostess and had a cup of hot, steaming coffee with brandy brought to the table. Before she left, the hostess quietly said to Simon, "Dr. Jase would like to have a word with you."

"If you two will excuse me, I shall return." Simon kissed Antonio on the cheek as he departed. As Simon approached, Dr. Jase stood.

Leah glanced over and found Sterling staring directly at her. From across the room their eyes locked for a brief moment, but then Sterling forced her gaze back to the table when Simon asked her a question. Leah watched Sterling lower her eyes as if she had said something wrong. Dr. Jase shook Simon's hand and he came back to the table.

"An interesting couple," Simon said as he placed his napkin back on his lap.

Antonio looked at Simon puzzled. "Why do you say that?"

"Oh, it's just that I get the feeling that Sterling is nothing more than Savannah's puppet. She can barely look at me without dropping her eyes to the floor. I've noticed that she does this when anyone approaches them. It's just odd."

"Do they come here a lot?" Leah asked.

"Whenever Dr. Jase and Ms. Navarre are in town. I think Savannah is quite possessive and doesn't trust Sterling all that much. But then, if my partner were that attractive I'd probably be possessive, too."

"Thanks a lot, darling," Antonio glared at Simon.

Realizing what he just said, Simon picked up Antonio's hand and kissed it. "Oh, dear that's not what I meant. For all I know, Sterling could be one of those women who is all show and little more than a block of ice in bed."

Leah smiled at Antonio as she blew on her steaming coffee. "Simon, is she your favorite author?"

"That's her!" Simon shrugged. "And I'm so terribly afraid to ask her for her autograph."

"Why?" Leah asked.

"I just have this uneasy feeling about Dr. Jase. I mean she's nice and everything, but I don't think I'd want to meet her alone in a dark kitchen."

"You mean 'alley,' honey."

"Whatever, she just makes me nervous."

3

The slamming car door sounded like gunfire in the hushed surroundings of the den. Leah jerked her head up from a stack of books and looked at her watch. She blinked away the clouds of the Serpentine, alarmed to find that it was already six o'clock. She heard the front door open and close.

"Hi, mind if I come in?" Antonio knocked on the partially opened door while holding a tray. He looked around at the clutter, the cold cups of coffee, and the half-eaten breakfast roll. "Simon sent some sandwiches over for you," he said as he cleared room on a nearby table. He set the tray down and put his hands on his hips, wondering how Leah could look so fresh day after day with little sleep. "I don't know how you do it, Leah."

"Do what?" Leah got up from her chair and walked over to the table hungrily eyeing the chicken salad sandwiches.

"Sunday has almost come and gone and I bet you didn't even notice. You've been in here since early this morning." He handed Leah a plate of food and made her sit down.

"That's not true. I did notice."

"When?" Antonio's gray eyes swept over Leah's face.

"Ah, a few seconds after I heard your car in the driveway," Leah mumbled.

"Aha, I knew it." Antonio waved his hand. "If you were my child, I'd make you go outside and play. 'Enjoy the sunshine,' the Sisters always said. They were afraid we'd grow mold if we sat in the dark for too long."

"The Sisters were wise women," Leah smiled. For a brief moment, she wondered what her mother would have been like. Did she have gray eyes like her brother's? Was her brown, cinnamon red hair curly like Leah's?

"I brought you Simon's book." Antonio said, taking a brown apple core and crumpled paper napkin from Leah's desk.

"Great, I could use a distraction," Leah said stretching her arms over her head.

Antonio stood in front of the desk. His mouth was pinched together. Finally he said, "Leah, I'm really concerned about you."

"Why?" She got up from her chair and walked over to him.

"Because you had no appointment Friday night." He looked at her closely. "There was nothing on or erased from the appointment book."

"So?"

"So, in walks this mysterious woman on a stormy Friday night and tells me she has an appointment with you. I think it's strange, but sure enough, on the book in your own handwriting is her name." He was perspiring. "Then I go back to the office yesterday to check it again. But this time nothing appears on the book. And, while I'm at it, I find this — " Antonio pulled out a bloodied handkerchief.

"Oh, no," Leah frowned, "that's Sterling's. She dropped it on the floor Friday night."

"I thought she punched you after you told her you wouldn't help her. I took it home to wash thinking it was yours."

"It doesn't look like you touched it," Leah stared at the cloth.

"I did."

Leah's face turned white.

"In fact, I washed it five times and it still looks like fresh blood." He rubbed his hand across the stain but nothing appeared on his fingers. "I've never seen anything like this. I tried everything I could think of—bleach, stain remover, blood remover, cold water and mild soap but nothing works,"

Leah winced. The dark red stain had refused to be washed away.

"She must be really sick if her blood is that saturated with iron," Antonio looked at the cloth sadly. "Maybe that's why she needs the Serpentine. She might have some type of bleeding disorder."

"Her partner is a famous doctor, remember? I'm sure she's under excellent care." Leah said trying to convince herself.

"I hope so," he shrugged his shoulders and walked toward the door. "She definitely should get some help."

Perspiration appeared on Leah's forehead as she remembered Sterling's words.

"The Serpentine Sapphire can do many things. It can give life or it can take it away."

After Antonio left, Leah looked at the handkerchief again. It was amazing how red the stain was, and yet, the fabric was dry. She placed the cloth down on the table and walked to her desk. She sat down and opened an old, dark green book. It smelled musty and the pages were stiff to turn. The edges were bent and several pages were creased. Simply titled "Sapphires," and published in 1896, the anonymous publication had fascinated Leah for years. Leah slid the bookmark out and let her eyes drift down the page. She stopped at the beginning of a section.

The full moon appeared through heavy clouds casting its light on a small, rocky island. As ocean waves pounded against the rugged coast, twelve hooded women, in midnight blue robes, walked in single file to the edge of the cliff.

The wind caught their chanting voices and gently blew the sensuous rhythm out into the dark night. When the women formed a circle, the wind stopped blowing and the waves ceased their pounding against the rocks. The night became very still.

Wind, the leader, emerged and slid her hood to her shoulders. Her hair was so light that it radiated with a celestial glow. Her facial features were as fine as porcelain and her skin as soft as silk. Her eyes were crystal blue and reflected the wisdom of the universe. She walked to the center of the circle and slowly raised her hands to the stars, pleading for strength to complete the task at hand. She then summoned the Betrayer.

A woman, clothed in a short tunic, was led into the circle, her hands bound in front of her by a white cord. When she reached the spot where Wind was standing, Raven the Betrayer was brought to her knees by two guards. Her eyes flared with red hatred.

Wind unsheathed her ceremonial Athame and pointed it at Raven's heart. Lightning pierced the sky. The two guards approached and removed the white gold, sapphire ring on Raven's left hand. Legend says the ring symbolized an eternal devotion to the community, love for others, and growth of the soul. For five long minutes, Wind looked down at the ring in her hand. Finally, in a low, hoarse voice —a voice only Raven could hear, Wind pronounced Raven's sentence.

"By the powers of the Goddess and the Universe, and all the souls you have murdered, we denounce your evils deeds and the crimes you have committed again those we love. As leader of the community, I declare this the Day of Disgrace and banish you from this community and from the light of day."

Wind set Raven's ring down on a rock and pointed her dagger at it. Silver lightning flew from the blade and struck the ring with its unleashed power. A heavy fog descended, shutting out the moon's light. When it cleared, Raven found herself alone. Before her, lay her ring in three pieces. Her cry pierced the night.

To avenge her exile into darkness, Raven cursed each piece of the ring before throwing it into the ocean. She vowed to strike three times.

Beware the Kiss,

Beware the Serpent,

Beware the Cry at Night.

Darkness calls you,

And enthralls you,

I await you with delight.

Leah read the passage again before putting the book down. She rubbed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Her head swam with all of the bits and pieces she knew about the Serpentine. Somehow, she knew, the pieces had to start falling into place.

She picked up a single newspaper clipping out of the folder. The short article had been published three years earlier in a Cannes newspaper. The story was about a fisherman in southern France who claimed to have caught a horrendous sea creature in the Sea of Lions. Unable to stand the smell of the beast, the man threw the serpent back into the ocean. Cleaning his deck, he said he found a large sapphire. The gem came from the sea serpent, he had said, and it had special powers. He was afraid the gem would harm him because the serpent had looked so evil, and the gem had made him feel strange. He needed money for his sick wife and gave the precious stone to the doctor caring for his wife. There was no mention of the exact location (though the article was from Cannes, France), the fisherman's name, or the name of the doctor.

The article had caused a flurry of activity in the precious gem business, everyone wanted to own the Serpentine Sapphire, as it became known. But with little factual information, interest soon faded. Leah had not forgotten about the fisherman's claim. Her fingers caressed the paper.

"Could he have really found the sapphire Raven threw into the ocean?" Leah pondered. She shook her head. "Unlikely. The legend in the green book discusses potential origins of the Serpentine, but what if?"

In her training at the Gemmological Association of Great Britain, and her follow-up studies at the Gemology Institute of America, Leah was always reminded by her instructors to pay close attention to details. She must question everything, they had advised, if she were truly passionate about being a gemologist. The simplest detail could be the difference between a small discovery and a great discovery.

She opened the book again and looked at the reference page. Sapphires had been originally published in French by a small press in Marseilles, France. She was surprised to find that her copy was a translation.

Marseilles and Cannes were both located in southern France, Leah remembered. She could check the area for the small press and, possibly, find out the author. It was a long shot, but it was a detail she could not overlook.

4

"There are several causes for nose bleeds that severe," Dr. Susan Evans said over the phone, "including hypertension, allergies, arteriosclerosis, and bleeding disorders. There also might be a vitamin K deficiency, overuse of anticoagulant drugs, or prolonged use of antibiotics."

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "In other words, if the condition isn't diagnosed and properly treated, the result could be serious."

"Yes, that's exactly the case."

Leah liked Dr. Evans, having been a patient of hers for fifteen years. She always found the doctor direct and compassionate. Occasionally, they would run into each other at parties of friends they had in common, but mostly, Leah saw Dr. Evans in the clinical setting.

Leah left out the air she was holding. "But her lover is an oncologist. Wouldn't she be able to diagnose the problem?"

"Yes, but sometimes doctors miss things. Patients don't always share with us what's going on. Especially loved ones. Your friend may not want to bother her partner with such a minor thing as a nosebleed."

"But it's a major nose bleed," Leah stood. "Dr. Evans, this woman needs help."

"When you see Sterling again, let her know that I'd be more than willing to give her my professional opinion.'

"Thanks, Dr. Evans, you've been extremely helpful. Goodbye." Leah hung up the receiver. "You mean 'if I see her again."

After more than a week of waiting to hear from Sterling, Leah's hope of another discussion on the Serpentine began to wane. She had probably found another gemologist to help her. Leah slumped in her chair.

Antonio had been unable to find any useful information about the publisher or author of "Sapphires," but so intrigued by the Serpentine stories, he convinced Leah to let him fly to France. He was due back in Minneapolis tomorrow.

Leah drummed her fingers on the desk, her forehead wrinkled in concentration. She scratched her head. Something in her brain was causing her trouble.

Leah picked up the phone and called the clinic again, but Dr. Evans had left for the hospital. Leah left a message to have the doctor return her call.

She pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "I never mentioned to Dr. Evans what Sterling's name was!"

5

As Leah stepped into her bedroom, she saw Antonio watching her from the doorway. He watched Leah shake her long, wet hair. The gold cinnamon strands in her dark brown hair shimmered in the light.

"Hi, I'm back." Antonio walked over to his sister and gave her a kiss. "Did you miss me?" He laughed.

"Immensely." Leah smiled. "So what did you find out?"

"Gee, that was really heartwarming. I travel thousands of miles for you, sit in old, smoky bars on the pier, and talk to toothless fisherman, and all I get is an 'immensely.'" He shrugged his shoulders. "I think the Sisters gave me the wrong sister."

Leah gave him a big hug. "I love you. So what did you find out?"

"Oh, that was much better." He rolled his eyes. "Well, as I said, I went to some really interesting places and talked to some really interesting people. I bought lots of whiskey and listened to lots of stories about the sea. All I can say is I'm glad I went into the gem business."

"Did you learn anything new?" Leah's eyes pleaded with her brother.

"Only the name of the author."

Leah's eyes grew wide. She held her breath.

"'Sapphires' was written by a man named Jean Marc Servais. His family lived in Marseilles. The only distant relative I was able to track down moved to the United States several years ago. But I don't have a name."

"Male or female?" Leah let out her breath slowly.

"Not sure," came the unwanted answer.

Leah sat down on the bed.

"Well, that's a start. Thanks for all your help, bud. I've had an interesting experience with my doctor the other day that I need to tell you about, but I'm late for Carissa's party. Are you sure you can't go with me tonight?"

Antonio walked over to her dresser and took a sniff from an ornately shaped perfume bottle. "I'd be the only guy there."

"No you wouldn't. Carissa invites guys."

"Only if she has something to gain. Right?"

"Right."

"You're the only one I know who never has to deal with a bad hair day. In fact, I'm absolutely certain that the majority of women at the party tonight all spent their afternoons in a salon somewhere. But not you. You towel it, turn a blow dryer on it, run your fingers through and it looks professionally done. I hate you," Antonio chuckled, tugging on his limp bangs. He walked to Leah's closet and ran his fingers over the fabrics. "So, what are you wearing this evening?"

"I'm not sure. I'd like to wear something that reflects my mood. What have I got in contemporary morbid?" The two looked at one another and started laughing.

"Why don't you wear this?" Antonio pulled out a midnight blue, raw silk top and pants.

Leah slumped into a nearby chair.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't wear that! Wesley bought that for me right before she left. It's never been worn." Leah got up and touched the soft fabric.

Antonio looked at the material closely. He knew it would bring out Leah's softness and sensuality. "Have a good evening," he kissed Leah's cheek. "If you need me, Simon and I will be home all evening — "

"Lost in the endless throes of ecstasy, coupled with a burning desire to achieve the unreachable, destined to..."

"Oh, god, you started reading Sterling's novel didn't you?"

"Well of course I did." Leah put her hands on her hips. "Hey, I like it. She's an excellent writer."

"And cold with nosebleeds," Antonio mockingly wrapped his arms around his chest and shivered.

"Maybe she has multiple personalities."

Antonio laughed. "Well, if she does, it'd be like going to bed with a crowd. Hmm, actually that sounds pretty fun to me."

"Little brother, you're sick."

Leah despised going to dinner parties alone and, as she emerged from her car and handed the keys to a young woman, she felt that all too familiar sense of dread. Carissa was wealthy and her guests were, too. Leah lived simply, preferring a can of cold beer over a vintage bottle of Merlot. Excessive shows of wealth made her uneasy. She often found herself tabulating how many orphanages these women could help fund. Leah squared her shoulders and walked into the house. Her dark blue blouse and pants looked like velvet in the torchlight — gifts she would never have bought for herself. Her smile was forced but when she caught sight of Carissa making her way through the crowd, she relaxed.

"Leah! You're finally here," Carissa's gaze took in her younger friend like a hungry lioness. "You look gorgeous and —all alone?"

"How could I be alone at one of your parties?" Leah said with diplomacy. A frown crossed her lips.

"What's wrong?" Carissa took Leah's hand.

"I thought this was going to be just a small party," Leah's nostrils flared. "You know how I hate when you do this to me."

"I know, I know, whip me with a noodle, please. But, darling, it's the only way I can get you out of that office of yours. You're a modern day hermit but you're too beautiful to hide."

Carissa Carlson was a natural blonde from Norway. Her true age was hidden underneath youthful looking skin and a perpetual slight tan. Her large, full-bodied figure reflected a life of pampering with unlimited soft curves and irresistible cleavage. When her older brother died suddenly in 1991, Carissa became the sole heir to the Carlson gemstone dynasty, and Leah's largest supplier of precious stones. Because of that relationship, Leah often found herself going considerably out of her way to accommodate Carissa's whims. Twenty years Leah's senior, Carissa acted motherly but most people knew how obsessed she was with Leah.

"Are you trying to create a higher demand for our 'Lady of Blue?'" Carissa ran her index finger down the front of Leah's blouse, and tugged at the waist of Leah's silver and sapphire belt buckle.

"Carissa," Leah sternly mocked, "it's a belt buckle for God's sake."

"But on you, my darling, it is a masterpiece." Carissa laughed guiding Leah through the crowd of women.

Leah was always amazed by the number of women Carissa knew. Greetings of "hello" filtered past Leah as Carissa escorted her to the opposite end of the room.

"I want you to meet someone." Carissa turned her head to Leah.

Leah stopped in her tracks and took a deep breath. She hated that phrase. Since her parting with Wesley, Carissa took every opportunity to introduce Leah to hundreds of women. But it was always the same —pretty women with too little to do.

"Don't be a prude." Carissa dragged Leah several more feet then stopped. "Leah, this is a very dear friend of mine," She released Leah's hand and went to put her arm around the woman's waist, "please meet Sterling Navarre."

Leah sucked in her breath, then said more politely than necessary, "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Navarre."

"Hello, Leah," Sterling replied then looked away.

Feeling the sudden chill between the two women, Carissa quickly said, "Why don't I leave you two alone to get better acquainted. Enjoy the party."

Sterling turned her gaze back to Leah. They stood facing one another in silence, grateful for the music that filled in the awkwardness between them.

Leah began to fidget with the button on her sleeve. It didn't help that Sterling was even more beautiful than Leah had remembered. The black cotton blouse Sterling wore was open at her throat. Her sable black hair hung loose to one side and tucked behind an ear on the other. A beaded Native American earring dangled in the light when she moved her head. She reminded Leah of an Indian princess.

Sterling, however, seemed even more guarded than the first time they had met. Leah found herself both wanting to leave and wanting to stay.

"It's nice to see you again," Leah said, finding her voice. She immediately felt the black onyx eyes sweep over her face, down her chest, and pause on her buckle.  "How do you know Carissa?" Leah asked trying hard to get the conversation going.

"She's a good friend of Savannah's. I visit with her every time I'm in town."

Leah noticed Sterling's failure to use the phrase "my partner." She wondered if it had been deliberate. "You don't live here?"

"No, I live in California." Silence fell over the two. "Will you dance with me?" Sterling held out her hand.

Surprised by the question, Leah hesitated but Sterling took her hand and led Leah to where the others were dancing. The song had a slow, sensuous rhythm. In the enclosure of bodies, Leah felt Sterling's hand slide to the small of her back, pulling her closer. She heard Sterling take in a sharp breath.

At 5'10, Leah could look directly into Sterling's eyes without trouble, but their nearness made her feel at a disadvantage. Through her blouse, she could feel the warmth of Sterling's hand on her back. Her mind swam in an unsettling mixture of caution and intrigue. The music melted into another song as the two women continued to dance.

Sterling brought her mouth within inches of Leah's ear. "Leah, I need — "

"May I cut in?"

Sterling stopped dancing and dropped her hands to her sides.

"Leah, you goddess, it's been too long. Where have you been?" The unknown woman took Leah into her arms. "You look simply delicious."

Sterling walked away and headed for the bar. She needed something to dull her senses. Since returning to Minneapolis, the pain had intensified. She could feel her spine beginning to tingle, but couldn't find the strength to leave.

An hour passed quickly for Leah as she danced with countless women. Relieved, and at the same time disappointed to be out of Sterling's arms, she excused herself and walked out to the porch to get some fresh air. Outside, she could see the reflection of the full moon on the pond in Carissa's backyard. The frogs and crickets sang in rhythm, with the music shutting out the voices inside the house. She inhaled deeply, taking in the solace of the moon and stars. A slight breeze blew, causing the dark water to ripple.

"You are delicious," said a low, sensuous voice somewhere in the shadows.

Leah looked down at her hands. They were shaking. She turned slowly, leaned against the railing, and peered into the shadows. She could see only the outline of Sterling's body. "I'm not one for games, Ms. Navarre." Leah turned back to the full moon.

"Please call me Sterling," Sterling said as she came up behind Leah. "I've made you unsure of me. I'm sorry. Will you walk with me?"

Leah nodded, grateful she didn't have to look into those dark onyx eyes.

The two women walked down the steps in silence. At the bottom, Leah removed her shoes. The thick grass felt lush. They walked along the pond and stopped to sit on a bench near a huge weeping willow.

Sterling politely coughed. "We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. I apologize for my behavior. The first time we met, I expected your resistance to my request, but I never expected you to be so — " Sterling stopped herself but then added, "beautiful."

Leah laughed. "Your brute tactics didn't work on me last time, so you've decided on a softer strategy, is that it?"

"I didn't know I would meet someone like you," came the simple reply.

"Wow, you're good." Leah sat stiffly. "I can tell you're a writer."

"No, it has more to do with the fact that I can be a bitch."

Her unexpected response made Leah smile.

"You have a wonderful smile," Sterling stated without fanfare.

Leah shifted in her seat. "Do you want to discuss the Serpentine?"

"Yes," Sterling answered, sensing Leah's reserve.

"I've decided to help you," Leah said, not sure why she was feeling relief.

Sterling turned toward Leah. "Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me." She shut her eyes for a moment.

Leah saw Sterling clench her jaw. When Sterling opened her eyes, Leah asked, "You're not well, are you?"

Sterling peered deep into Leah's eyes. "No, I'm not."

In the depths of her eyes, Leah saw unveiled pain and misery. The intensity of the moment threw her emotions into a tempest. Elation was mixed with caution, rapture with torment, wild abandon with trepidation. Without understanding why, Leah wanted to take Sterling into her arms and kiss away the fear. Yes, it's fear, Leah thought to herself.

A warm breeze ran its airy fingers through Sterling's hair, causing several loose strands to fall in her eyes. Leah reached up and brushed the hair back. The strands felt like silk. It seemed centuries since Leah had touched anything this soft. To make matters worse, Sterling's perfume mingled teasingly with the breeze.

"You should see a doctor," Leah said. "I can recommend someone."

"I live with a doctor. She doesn't seem to think there's much to the attacks."

"You have them regularly?" Leah's eyes were wide.

"They come and go. There doesn't seem to be a pattern." Sterling paused. "I appreciate your concern."

Leah closed her eyes and took in the night through her senses. From their nearness, she could feel a slight tremor in Sterling's body. She opened her eyes just as a droplet of blood dripped from Sterling's nose.

Sterling stood, but before she could take a step, she doubled over and sank to her knees. She gasped for air.

Sterling, my God, what is it?" Leah pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and gave it to Sterling. "Here, lie down."

Sterling lay in a fetal position obviously in pain. She groaned as a deafening rush of air filled her ears. Tears mixed with blood creating a dark stain on the handkerchief.

"I'm going to get you some help," Leah's mind raced.

Sterling grabbed Leah's arm and held her from leaving. In a raspy voice she pleaded, "Don't leave me, Leah, it will pass. Please...please stay with me."

"But you need medical attention, you need help," Leah was torn between running for help and staying with Sterling.

"It's going...away," Sterling coughed violently and tried to sit up, but the pain made her double over again.

Leah knelt on the grass and held Sterling for several long minutes. Finally, she could feel the tremors in Sterling's body begin to subside. "What can I do for you?" Leah whispered.

"I need the Serpentine, Leah," Sterling coughed.

The look in Sterling's eyes froze Leah's heart. "Can't a doctor help you?"

"I...live...with...one..." Sterling mouthed. "Savannah...Savannah is...a...doctor."

"I know, but you should see a specialist," Leah helped Sterling on to the bench.

Sterling wiped the blood from her nose and closed her eyes. Her voice was shaking but the tremors had gone. "She says I have cancer and that I need surgery."

"When is it scheduled?"

"It's not." Sterling opened her eyes and looked at the full moon.

"But if it's what you need, I don't understand why you won't have the surgery." Leah stared at Sterling in disbelief.

Sterling took a deep breath. "What I need, Leah, is the Serpentine Sapphire. You must find it for me."

"My god, what if I can't?" Leah ran her fingers roughly through her hair.

"Then I will die."

The full force of Sterling's words hit Leah. She watched Sterling stand and walk unsteadily for several feet. Leah got up and crossed the distance between them. She lightly grasped Sterling's elbow, turned her around, and was deeply touched by the tears that streamed down Sterling's face.

"Sterling, I'll do whatever I can to help you, but you have to help me, too," Leah searched Sterling's eyes.

"I will," Sterling smiled. "I'd better go get cleaned up so that Carissa won't think you slugged me for being overly friendly."

As they neared the deck, Carissa appeared. "Leah, there you are, you sorceress. Antonio just called and asked that you go to your office as quickly as you can. He said it's urgent."

"Is something wrong?" Leah was torn.

"He just said you need to come now."

She turned to Sterling. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yes, thank you." Sterling formally shook Leah's hand. "I will contact you soon to discuss the gem."

"Oh no," Leah cried, rushing through the doors at the International Market Square building.

Matt Felding, the building's security officer sat behind his desk but made no move. His hair was disheveled and his uniform looked as if he had been in a fight. An ugly hole in the middle of his forehead was tinged with blood. The look in his eyes frightened Leah.

"Oh my, God — " Leah moved closer to the desk, "he's — "

"Just fine, Ms. Constantine," said an unfamiliar voice behind her.

Leah whirled around only to be confronted by an impeccably dressed man wielding a black Smith and Wesson .357 magnum. His index finger caressed the trigger. He walked closer, with a smooth and self-assured gait.

Leah tried to slow her breathing but her heart was racing. "What may I do for you, Mr. — ?"

"Greyson. Nathaniel Greyson at your service." His smile was disarming. In a different setting, Leah would have described Nathaniel Greyson as a handsome man, but his eyes were those of a cold-blooded killer. "Don't bother yourself with the details of my name, however, you won't be alive long enough to use it." He paused for a second to let his statement sink in. "Now, Ms. Constantine, if you'll join me in the elevator we'll have a little discussion in your office.

Leah looked back at Matt, suddenly terrified for her brother's safety.

"Sad, isn't it? Such a strong and virile young man. Of course you probably never noticed what with your woman ways," Greyson sneered. "Let's go."

In the confines of the elevator, Leah couldn't help but notice Nathaniel Greyson. He was smartly dressed in a dark Armani suit that matched his brooding features. His lips were pinched into a thin line and his eyes moved constantly behind a pair of glasses that made him look like a corporate attorney rather than a killer.

As the door opened, Greyson pushed Leah out of the elevator and into the unlocked showroom. A bearded, scraggly-dressed man stood behind the counter, riffling through the drawers. He looked up and ran his eyes over Leah. He licked his lips. "Nate, my man, no wonder it took you so long to get up here. Is she any good?"

"Shut up, Harrison. Did you find what we're looking for?" Greyson shoved Leah into the small back office.

"Naw, I looked everywhere."

Leah looked around the office and couldn't believe the chaos. Her drawers had been dumped on the floor and scattered, files were ripped and thrown, and all the chairs had been gutted with a knife. Their insides hung out like entrails. Pictures were taken off the walls and smashed. Glass lay everywhere.

"Please, have a seat," Greyson threw Leah into one of the chairs next to where Antonio was sitting. His hands were tied behind his back and a cloth had been stuck in his mouth. He looked bruised, but not seriously hurt. Greyson walked over to the shelf. He snatched up the only picture left standing — the one of Leah and Wesley.

"Isn't this nice?" He verbally sneered. "She's quite the fox. I'm sure the two of you must have some pretty hot times together." He peered at Leah over his glasses. "You lesbians make me sick. It's too bad she'll never see you again."

Leah froze as she watched Greyson smash the photo on the corner of the desk. He threw the broken frame and picture at her feet. Leah jumped. She could hear display cases being smashed in the showroom.

Greyson sat down and picked up the jeweled abalone letter opener sitting on Leah's desk. He held it in one hand and then the other as if to weigh it. His attention was diverted when Harrison appeared with a diamond necklace in his dirty hands.

"Hey, Nate. Do you think this belongs to her or —him?" Harrison held up a twisted rope, gold chain with a two-carat round diamond pendant.

Leah grimaced.

"Damn it, Harrison, for all I care they can damn well bury the both of them in it. Did you find it yet?" Greyson jammed the letter opener into the desk. It stood crookedly. The abalone dropped out, piece by piece.

"No, Sir, I did not."

"Then I suggest that you search elsewhere," Greyson spat as Harrison walked out of the office. Sweat appeared on his forehead and his lips began to twitch. He turned his cold gaze back to Leah. "Now, Ms. Constantine, my patience seems to be wearing out. I'm sure you know what we're after."

"Actually, I have no idea what you're looking for. Perhaps if you told me I could assist you in finding it," Leah paused, her breathing became as calculated as her words. "I see you've already found the safe and collected all the money and gems. You should do very nicely with—"

"Fuck the gems — " An ear piercing scream filled the room before Greyson could finish his sentence. "What the hell!" He raced around the desk and grabbed Leah roughly by the arm. "Up, bitch, you're coming with me."

His cologne and sweat permeated Leah's nostrils while his fingernails dug into her arm. At the door, he searched the outside office for Harrison but seeing no sign of him, Greyson shoved Leah through the door and held her there for a moment. His grip bruised her arm.

When the doors of the elevator suddenly opened, Greyson threw Leah between himself and the elevator. They walked to the right cautiously making their way to the elevator. Greyson nervously glanced ahead and behind for any sign of a trap. Slightly off to the side of the elevator door, he reached around and fired into the waiting elevator. Thuds could be heard as they hit the steel shaft. Puzzled, Greyson waited for a moment before he looked inside. The elevator was nowhere to be found. He pushed Leah to the edge and looked down. Leah gasped and looked away. Three floors below, she could see Harrison's crumpled body in the lighted shaft.

"Oh, dear God. We've never had problems with this elevator. I don't know how this could've hap — "

"Shut the fuck up unless you'd like to end up on top of him." Greyson forced Leah back into the office.

Greyson roughly grabbed her by the neck. "Where is it?" He breathed into Lean's face waving a knife.

"I — don't — know — what — you're — looking — for," Leah choked. Her body shook uncontrollably.

Greyson spun Leah around and then grabbed her from behind. He pressed the blade against her neck. "I don't have time to play games. Tell me," he screeched in her ear.

She tried to cover her ear but her hand brushed against the blade. She felt it glide across her skin in a sickening motion. Blood appeared before her mind registered the sting. Dazed by the pain and blood, the sound of sirens warbled in her ears.

Greyson tightened his grip in response to the sound. "We're going to take the stairs down to the garage and you're gonna drive me out of here. You," he slammed the hilt of the knife down on the back of Antonio's head, "can enjoy a little memory loss. Let's go." Antonio slumped on to the floor. Leah screamed.

They took the stairs to the underground garage. As they exited the stairwell, Greyson found his car and pushed Leah in front of him.

"You'll drive, but let me warn you," he tossed the knife on the concrete and pulled a handgun out of his waistband, "you're a dead woman, but it's up to you if you want to die right now or later." He pushed her toward the car. "Which is it?"

"Later," Leah whispered.

Greyson opened the passenger door, keeping the gun at Leah's head. A hissing noise came from somewhere in the garage. He stopped and looked around, his eyes darting back and forth.

"Get in and slide over...hurry," he licked his lips and wiped his forehead.

The hissing began again but this time it was louder and closer.

Leah turned toward Greyson. His eyes were wide and he seemed frozen. She turned her head just in time to see a large black creature hurling itself toward Greyson. The force of the impact knocked him into the open door, sending his glasses to the concrete. His scream filled the cavity of the empty garage.

"Oh, god, no — " Leah saw deep red claw marks on Greyson's face.

The cat was the size of a small tiger. Its sleek black coat shimmered in the dim light, the bared fangs flashing their sharpness.

Another sharp claw took a swipe at Greyson's face. A river of blood ran down his cheeks and chin. The cat hissed and jumped down. It disappeared under the car. Greyson shoved the clip into the gun and took a step toward the open car.

"Jessus fucking kerhrist," Greyson sneered pulling at his tie. His white shirt was stained bright red. "Bitch, you're gonna die right here right now. Get out of the —"

"Hisssss."

Greyson pointed his gun toward the sound and fired. The back right tire shuddered and went flat.

"Hisssss," this time the sound came from the top of the trunk.

Greyson fired. The bullet flew across the garage and hit the side of another car.

"Hisssss."

He pointed at the front of the car and fired again.

" Hisssss... Greyson... hisssss — "

Greyson pumped three bullets over the hood.

"Hisssss...I'm over here...hisssss — "

Greyson pointed the gun inside the car and fired. A loud explosion pierced Leah's eardrums. She was thrown back and the car jumped in response to the spray of wild bullets. Windows shattered, sending glass in every direction.

"Hisssss — " From the shadows, the black creature jumped on Greyson's back bringing its claws to his face. As he staggered, glass crunched under his shoes.

"Arrrrgggghhhhh," he screamed. His face was bloodied and distorted. He struggled but could not pull the creature off his back. When it sunk its teeth into his neck, he leaned forward, falling across the trunk. In his last attempt to rid himself of the beast, he aimed the gun at the animal. Slick with blood, his hand slipped as he pulled the trigger. The bullet blew Greyson's head off. His torso fell against the car and slid to the ground.

A slow, deafening silence filled the underground garage.

"Leah..."

Leah opened her eyes slowly but didn't move.

"Leah, listen to me, I'm going to help you out of the car." The voice was familiar. "You're okay."

Leah blinked but when she saw a figure dressed in black, she cringed.

"It's okay, Leah, he missed you," Sterling removed the larger pieces of glass from Leah's clothes. "He won't hurt you anymore."

Leah slowly rose from the seat and stood up unsteadily. She leaned against Sterling's body for support. "How did you find me...did you see the cat...I have to get to Antonio...where did the cat go..." Leah began to cry.

"The police are here, Leah, you're going to be fine. Let's go up to your office and see your brother."

As the two women reached the elevator, Sterling raised her hand to press the button. Her fingers were coated with blood.

"You're hurt — " Leah cried.

"Shh, I just caught my hand on some glass," Sterling assured Leah. "It's just a scratch."

6

The black sedan wound around the cemetery after security guard Matt Felding's funeral. His family and friends lingered by the grave still unable to understand the reason for his death. With her sunglasses snug against her face, Leah sat in the back with Simon and her brother. Antonio had several stitches in his head, but the x-ray had revealed no other injuries. He was bruised and a headache threatened to take away his sanity.

"Antonio, do you need some aspirin?" Leah asked, her voice low and distant.

"Please," he answered. "Give me any pain to endure, by God, just don't give me a headache."

"What can I do for you?" Simon smoothed the hair on Antonio's forehead.

"Just get me home and put me in a nice, quiet, dark room."

"Okay. Leah can you tell the driver to take us home? I'll pick up our car at your place tomorrow."

Leah nodded and spoke to the driver.

"Leah, are you okay, I mean, how are you coping with all of this?" Simon gently held Leah's hand.

"Oh, Simon, this is so unreal. I've never seen anyone killed before. I thought we were all so safe. And Matt was so wonderful. I actually saw him apprehend a mouse in the lobby once. I thought he'd kill it, but he took it to the front door and let it out into the bushes. I asked him why he didn't just kill it, and he said, 'He probably has a family to take care of like me.' Oh, Simon, his poor wife and sons." Leah wiped her eyes.

"Your generous contribution will help them, Leah."

"It's only money, Simon, you can't replace a father and husband with money."

"I know, but you're giving them a chance to grieve and get on with their lives without having to deal with a financial burden as well. You're very kind, Leah. That's what I love about you." Simon squeezed her hand.

"I just can't figure out what those guys wanted. I never have much money or many gems in my safe. If they had really wanted the real gems and big money, they were way off base by coming to our simple shop. There are bigger gem dealers than us in the building."

Antonio took his hand away from his eyes. "They wanted the Serpentine."

"The Serpentine? I only told Sterling last night that we'd help her find it. Boy, news travels fast." Leah shook her head. "So, how did the police know we were being robbed?"

"Carissa Carlson and Sterling Navarre followed you to the office. When they saw Matt, they called 911." Antonio winced, knowing that the detective had already told Leah this information.

"Oh," She shook her head. "So how did that cat get in the garage?"

Silence filled the car.

"What cat?" Simon looked at Antonio confused.

"The cat that attacked Greyson —the killer."

"Um, I never heard there was a cat in the garage," Antonio peered at Leah through pain.

"Yes, of course there was a cat. That's why Greyson blew his head off. The cat jumped on his back and began to claw him." Leah stared at Antonio.

"Leah, Greyson heard the sirens, he knew he was caught. With no place to go, he took his own life." Antonio brought his hands to his head.

"I'm sorry, dear, we shouldn't be discussing this when you're not feeling so good. I'm sorry, lay your head down and we'll get you home and into bed." Leah offered. "Leah?" her brother breathed. "Shh, it'll just make your pain worse," she replied.

"There was a cat, Valentine," Leah said to her old college roommate.

Valentine Kincaid was Leah's closest friend. They had been roommates in college and, at first, seemed like polar opposites. Valentine was flirtatious and wild, while Leah was more serious. Her clothes were splashed with vivid, flowing colors, while Leah's apparel was always tailored. The one thing they had in common, however, was their attraction for the unusual. Things like the Egyptian pyramids and superstitions were always a part of their conversations. In the four years they roomed together, they became companions, confidantes and cohorts. They argued over politics and religion, but never criticized each other's choice in partners. Rumors about their relationship continually fed the campus grapevine. Though they shared a deep love and respect for each other, they realized early on that their friendship was a special gift without the physical intimacy.

Valentine's bronzed skin and exotic beauty were the result of an African American father and a mother who was Cajun and American Indian. She had tried modeling for awhile but found that she preferred being behind the camera. Her career in photography began at Sears taking baby portraits and progressed into fashion. After a decade of long hours, finicky models, and demanding clients, Valentine started her own studio, with a small financial investment from Leah. Her hard work, artistic eye, and natural talent made her a success. In the world of art and photography, Valentine soon became a signature.

"Cat or no cat, the whole thing still sucks," Valentine said as she massaged Leah's tight shoulders. "If you don't relax I'm going to have to whack you one, girlfriend."

"Sorry, this whole thing is making me a little uptight," Leah said.

"That's an understatement," Valentine replied. "I saw the photos the crime lab took. God, those guys need help with composition and lighting. Anyway, your office was really trashed. What were they after?"

"I'm not sure. At first I thought it was some of the smaller sapphires I keep in the safe, but then Greyson said to me, 'Fuck the gems,' so I don't think it was that. There was money but I don't think that's what they were after." Leah paused while an idea began to form in her mind.

"Well, what requests have you received lately that would signify a trend or must-have?" Valentine continued to work Leah's neck muscles. When Leah jumped, Valentine jumped. "What?"

"Valentine, you're a genius," Leah said as she kissed Valentine on the lips and hugged her.

"What'd I do, what'd I do?" she cried.

"Antonio is right and you just supplied the reason." Leah sat down again. "I've had two requests for the Serpentine Sapphire."

"The what?" Valentine shook her head in confusion. "You mean that little 'ol gem you've been searching for years?"

"That'd be it," a tiny smile twitched in the corner of Leah's mouth.

"Well, you just better call the detective immediately and let him know what you're on to."

"I can't," Leah answered.

"What?"

"Oh, Valentine, I can't. There's a slight problem," Leah looked at her hands in her lap. They were shaking.

"So, what's the problem," Valentine asked with her arms outstretched.

"The Serpentine Sapphire doesn't exist."

"It doesn't what?"

"Exist." Leah stood and faced her friend.

"I don't get it. Matt is killed, your brother is slammed, your office and showroom are torn apart—all over a gem that doesn't exist. Why don't I get this?" Valentine raised her eyebrows.

"Valentine, sit down. I know I've told you the story about the Serpentine Sapphire. It's a legend, really, but that's beside the point." Leah paused and blew a stream of air out of her mouth. Her bangs lifted and then settled back down. "Why didn't I think of this before?"

"Leah, you're worse than a mystery writer. Tell me the story for God's sake," Valentine demanded.

"Do you want the long version or the short?"

"Give me the short, you know I can't stand waiting." Valentine said with her hands on her hips. She walked over to a chair next to Leah and sat down.

"Okay, this is the short version," Leah began. "Sapphires are believed to be able to stimulate the mind and increase a person's wisdom and knowledge. Its dark indigo color is a result of the coloration of ferric iron or titanium. Favored by the Babylonians and Mesopotamians, the sapphire is associated with the attraction of divine favor to its owner. Sapphires are known as the philosopher's stone, a gem of the soul."

"I asked for the short ver—"

Before Valentine could interrupt, Leah raised her hand and continued, "The Serpentine Sapphire is the most revered but never seen sapphire in the world. It's considered one of nature's oddities because of its deep coloration, and the fact that supposedly, the inclusions in the gem have created a serpent within the stone. At different angles the serpent looks like it's alive."

"Oh, yuck, why would anyone want to have a creepy crawler in their ring or necklace." Valentine shuddered. "That's as bad as ingesting a tape worm to keep you thin."

"Oh, not true, my dear," Leah added, "legend states that the serpent has magical powers. For the poor it creates wealth, for the lonely a beautiful mate, for the sick a cure."

"Wow, where can I get mine?" Valentine said intrigued. "But there's more, right?"

"Right. While the serpent fulfills your deepest wish," Leah said simply, "it devours you."

"You mean like kills you?" she said softly.

Leah nodded.

"Weird. Cancel my order, will you?" Valentine looked at Leah, her eyes big wide. "So if it'll kill you, no one would want it."

"Not so. Just look at the 45.52 carat Hope Diamond. It has brought ruin and death to its owners, yet, for years one person has stolen it from another. It finally ended up in the Smithsonian. It's a power thing."

"Is that the final destination of the Serpentine?"

"No. If it does exist, my little green book of Sapphires said that the serpent wants the gem returned to the sea."

Valentine looked down at her hands and said, "If I had the Serpentine, I'd return it to the sea."

"Doubt it," Leah stated.

"Thanks, friend." Valentine pouted.

"I'm not suggesting you wouldn't want to do what you say. But it's not a question about want. The Serpentine is believed to be so powerful that if you touch it, it possesses your soul. It magnifies your goodness or evilness a hundred fold."

"Hm, sounds like one of my former loves," Valentine's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Well, my dear, that's the story of the Serpentine Sapphire."

"Wow, and I just thought it was just another priceless gem. I stand corrected." Valentine stood and bowed.

Leah lowered her voice. "Rumor has it that the 'real' Serpentine surfaced several years ago."

"Where?"

"In southern France."

"Oh, oh, why do I suddenly feel crummy?" Valentine asked.

"Because two weeks ago I had two women ask me for the Serpentine on the same night within minutes of each other. Coincidence?" Leah shrugged her shoulders. "Then there's the botched hold up at the office and three men are dead. Did I mention the cat?"

Valentine nodded. "Didn't you tell me about a Serpentine sighting last year about this time in Mexico?"

Leah slapped her forehead. "God, I completely forgot about that."

"Some fabulous gem researcher you are," Valentine laughed.

"But doesn't this all sound peculiar to you?"

"Sounds like something straight from the X-Files." Valentine sat down next to Leah. "This is good."

"No it's not."

"What do you mean?"

"The Serpentine Sapphire can cause a lot of greed to arise to the surface. Evil people with an interest in precious stones would pay big bucks, and even commit murder, to possess it." Leah offered.

"God," Valentine retorted, "that means anyone could have it in their possession."

"Well, let's just hope that a good person has it, otherwise, there's going to be a lot more sadness in its wake."

7

Leah sat at her temporary desk on the second floor of the Market Square building while her own office was refurbished. A seemingly endless array of textures, tapestries, and paint samples marched across her desk in a steady flow. Antonio was so excited by the new look that Leah at one point told him to take an extended lunch.

"You're driving me crazy," Leah yelled at him but grateful that he was feeling better.

"Good, someone needs to," Antonio replied with a wicked grin.

It was early evening and people had gone home for the day. Leah wrapped herself in the quiet solitude. She poured herself a glass of Chardonnay and held it in her hands. The lights in the office were muted and gave off a soft glow. For the first time since the break-in, Leah allowed the recent violence to dissipate into another dimension. The new security system and additional guards in the building made her feel safer. She got up and turned on her radio. Music floated through the air, its notes falling gently on her ears. The chords of an unseen piano soothed and relaxed her weary body.

Leah returned to her desk and slowly swiveled her chair toward the windows and the evening sky. The sunset exploded into long tapers of reds, purples and gold, with the wispy clouds in the sky looking like crayons. She sank deeper into the chair and shut out the world of precious gems, ex-lovers, and fear. Loneliness filled her soul.

After Wesley's departure from her life, Leah had become less willing to open her heart. There were dates with other women, but none grew into anything more serious. She wondered if the Serpentine really could bring her a loving mate like she had told Valentine. The thought evaporated into the music.

Sterling's image serenely crept into her thoughts and caught Leah by surprise. She couldn't deny that the thought of Sterling's thick, black hair cascading luxuriously down her back made her pulse quicken. A slow grin spread across her lips.

She imagined Sterling in a short, wrap-around dress that appeared creamy against her dark, sunbathed skin. The front revealed a dangerous slit that came close to exposing unseen delights. As Sterling walked toward her, her long, shapely legs teased Leah's senses.

Leah sat up suddenly and stretched. Why, at her lowest moments, was loneliness always coupled with desire? She shook her head and took in a deep breath. Feeling intensely vulnerable, Leah wrapped her arms around herself and sighed. She hated moments like this, when desire raged without mercy.

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose and appealed to the silent evening. She whispered, "Sterling, where are you?"

From outside her window, thunder suddenly rolled across the growing darkness.

"I'm right here."

Leah's eyes snapped opened as she swung her chair around. Sterling stood just inside the door, wearing the short, wrap-around dress Leah had so recently imagined. She walked to Leah's desk revealing the dangerously cut slit in front.

Sterling smiled and sat down in a chair revealing the long, smooth legs that had teased Leah's thoughts. "I'm sorry for the unannounced visit. I needed to see you."

"How do you do that?" Leah asked distracted.

"Do what?"

"How do you pass through security systems and guards, and a very protective assistant, without being seen?"

Just then the door opened and Antonio walked in carrying a tray. He smiled at Leah. "Here's the coffee you asked for, Ms. Navarre. I'm sorry it took so long. I brewed a fresh pot for you," Antonio said as he handed a cup to Sterling.

"Thank you, Mr. Constantine."

Leah could tell that Sterling's smile had a dazzling effect on Antonio.

"No problem, and please call me Antonio," Antonio returned the smile.

"If you'll call me Sterling."

"My pleasure." Antonio straightened. "Is there anything else I can get you two?"

"No," Leah said suspiciously, "I'll yell if we think of something." She watched Antonio leave the room. So much for her overprotective assistant.

"You were saying?" Sterling asked.

"Never mind." Leah blew a stream of air through her lips, causing her bangs to flutter. "Sterling, did you see the cat in the garage that night?"

Sterling cocked her head to the left. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"

"Because no one else seems to believe me," Leah sighed. "They all think I experienced temporary insanity."

"No, you weren't insane. The cat was there. Unfortunately, it wasn't there when the police arrived." Sterling waved her hand in dismissal. "Are you doing okay?"

Touched by the sudden show of concern, Leah bent her head back and closed her eyes. Her fantasy had happened. Sterling was with her. She heard Sterling walk behind her. The long, slender fingers on her neck were soothing and remarkably strong. "Wow, that feels great."

"Am I still the monster you thought I was after our first meeting?"

"I'm not sure," Leah continued to keep her eyes closed. She inhaled Sterling's perfume. The light scent teased her senses.

"You're not sure?"

"No," Leah slowly opened her eyes and looked into the black onyx orbs. "I haven't gotten your fangs out of my ego from our first meeting yet."

Sterling looked away. "I'm not — "

"I'm teasing you," Leah quickly added.

"Leah, please trust me, I won't bring harm to anyone with the Serpentine. I need it for me." She moved away from the desk and headed for the door. "I must leave."

Leah dropped her head to hide her disappointment, but, unable to keep her eyes from Sterling, she glanced up. Her eyes widened, seeing blood once again trickling from Sterling's nose. She grabbed a tissue from the desk and brought it to Sterling. Her face was white.

"It's starting again," panic seared through Sterling's eyes. "I've got to go. I'll talk to you about the stone soon," Sterling cried as she ran to the door.

"Sterling, wait. Let me help — " the door shut with a thud. Leah chased after Sterling but when she reached the elevators, Sterling was nowhere to be seen. She went to the fire escape but could hear no sound on the steps. Dazed, Leah turned around and faced a very startled looking Antonio.

"What's wrong?"

"Come into the office, little brother, we've got to talk."

8

"Mrs. Webster, we need to talk." Dr. Savannah Jase thickened her Southern drawl to give her words added effect. She removed the stethoscope hanging around her neck and placed it in the pocket of her white lab coat. "Why don't you get dressed and the Senator and I will meet you in my office to discuss the results."

Though she had lived in California for nearly three decades, Savannah worked hard to keep her Southern origin intact and her accent from fading. She detested the way young people and Yankees talked, their speech flowing too fast, too short, and too filled with trendy terms that she couldn't understand. She sighed, remembering the days when the English language was something to be savored — like a good whiskey.

She opened the door of the examination room and walked to the nurses station. The hallway was filled with clinic personnel and patients. All of the clinic's 250 beds were filled and the waiting list was growing longer with each passing day. Things were progressing so well that plans were underway for an additional clinic in Minneapolis. The new site would mean a greater caseload and more research opportunities. By the year 2007, Savannah hoped to have several international locations. She smiled at a buxom young nurse, her thoughts momentarily diverted.

"Dr. Jase?" The nurse handed Savannah her Palm Pilot. "Howard Clemens has been phoning all morning. He really wants to talk to you."

"Howard Clemens?" Savannah asked distractedly seeing a message from Sterling.

"He's Elaine Clemens' widower. You know, the patient we lost two days ago," the nurse replied.

"Oh, him. Have him talk to someone in corporate communications. Did we send flowers to the funeral?"

The nurse nodded.

"Good." Savannah turned off the Palm Pilot and slid it in her pocket.

As Savannah walked down the long hallway, her thoughts returned to Sterling. She knew Sterling never came to the clinic on her own. The message stated that she would be flying in from Minnesota late in the afternoon and would arrive at the clinic by four-thirty. The simple message dripped with urgency.

Savannah,

Will meet you in your office at 5:30 p.m. today.

Sterling

"Perhaps, my dear Sterling, you are now ready to discuss the Serpentine," Savannah's eyes darkened.

She took a deep breath and opened the door to her office.

"Senator, thanks for being so patient," Savannah said walking briskly into room. She extended her hand to the handsome-looking man in his mid fifties. Senator Zachary Michael Webster was a longtime friend from Savannah, Georgia —Savannah's hometown and namesake. With his slight build and charismatic smile, he was the perfect politician. Fashionably dressed, he exuded an air of confidence, wealth, and boyish indulgence. His blue eyes sparkled when he spoke and his articulate Southern drawl reflected years of voice lessons.

"Savannah, it was good seeing you over the weekend. It's too bad we didn't have more time alone."

"You're a busy man, Senator," Savannah laughed. "I don't know how you manage your schedule."

"I pay people to do that for me, Jase. But look who's talking, good doctor," he winked.

A smile flirted on Savannah's lips. "Well, the tests are complete and I asked your wife to join us. Please have a seat."

"How do things look?" Senator Webster flashed his frequently photographed smile.

"As you know, three days ago we removed the malignant tumor near your wife's C-4 vertebra. The cartilaginous tissue that surrounds the lesion appears to be responding to treatment," Savannah paused to let her words sink in. "She's free and clear of cancer."

"Great," Senator Webster wiped his forehead with his handkerchief. He returned it to his pocket. "God, Jase, that woman means everything to me."

"I know," Savannah replied noticing the huge diamond and gold wedding ring he wore on his well-manicured hand.

Senator Webster watched Savannah drop her gaze to his ring. "You should consider a husband, Jase. Someone to keep you company at night."

"Why, Senator," Savannah laughed looking up into his eyes, "is that a proposal?"

"Heck, Jase, you could have any number of men. The campaign's full of 'em." Senator Webster slapped his thigh.

"Ah, but Zach, like you they're all married," Savannah rolled her eyes.

"So what. A little romp in the hay isn't going to hurt."

Savannah's hand flew to her chest. "Why you shock me, Zach. Your campaign is based on a wife for every husband and two children in every home. The party platform is founded on the principles of fiscal responsibility, universal health care, and moral integrity. You've preached all across the country on the evils of adultery, abortion, and homosexuality. You're not going soft on me?" Savannah removed her lab coat and adjusted her blouse.

"Jase," the Senator's voice grew somber, "we've been friends since we were five years old. You've always supported my political endeavors both financially and emotionally. We've seen each other through some rough times and even a few scandals," he smirked. "I know you like girls. Hell, I've balled a few boys myself, but we're family. We're allowed to bend a few rules."

Savannah nodded. "I appreciate your words, Zach," she grinned, "but that won't mean a thing when you're voted into the White House next year, and the public can view your closets with a click of a mouse."

Senator Webster roared. "Hell, Jase, you're coming with me."

"What?"

"I said you're coming with me," the Senator repeated. "I'm making you my personal physician and advisor."

Savannah's fingers gripped the edge of the desk. She stood up and walked around the desk. "Zach, that's fabulous."

"You can still run your clinic, but I'll be needing more of your time —in a consulting role." His smile held more than Savannah could read. "Let's have a drink after we meet with Marjorie and we can talk some more."

"I'd like to but I've got a staff meeting and a patient coming in at five-thirty. Can we meet later?" For a brief moment she thought about breaking her appointment with Sterling.

"Naw, we've got to head back to D.C. before nightfall. I'll call you next week and we can talk." Senator Webster enthusiastically shook Savannah's hand.

A knock was heard on the door and a nurse ushered Mrs. Webster into the room.

"Mrs. Webster, come in. Please sit down. Would you like anything to drink? Coffee? Tea?" Savannah rose from her chair and escorted Marjorie Webster to a chair.

"Tea is fine, thank you."

The plain looking woman sat down in the chair and peered lovingly at her husband. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, dear. My hands were shaking so bad, I had a little trouble buttoning my blouse."

"No problem. It gave Jase and me time to chat."

Marjorie nodded. Savannah spoke to the nurse in a hushed voice and the nurse left.

"I know you're anxious to hear about the results, so why don't we begin." Savannah put on her glasses and opened a file on the desk. "The five millimeter lesion near your C-4 vertebra was removed, but we were concerned about the highly suspicious looking tissue surrounding it. We ran several preliminary tests on the tissue and found it to be abundant with cancer cells. As you already know, Mrs. Webster, I stopped the surgery momentarily, to talk with the Senator about your condition. After explaining the available options, he agreed with me that the best solution to arrest the diseased tissue was to insert a small device where the lesion had been." Savannah reached into a drawer and brought out a model. "It's a very small device, as you can see, but it's been very effective in treating cancer. In fact, our research shows that we've increased the survival rate of our cancer patients by seventy-five percent."

The Senator whistled through his teeth. "That's pretty impressive, Jase. Good work."

"Thank you, Senator," Savannah smiled. "The device acts like a radar and whenever it detects cancer cells, it shoots a high pitched sound at the cells. This confuses the cells and interferes with their ability to reproduce. At a higher pitch the cells begin to vibrate and explode. Of course, there is no pain with this procedure and it eliminates the need for chemotherapy or radiation."

"I won't lose my hair, will I?" Marjorie Webster's complexion was pale.

"No, in fact you'll hardly notice it. The device is much like a pacemaker. It does what your body's immune system, unfortunately, stopped doing —and that's protecting you from enemy cells like cancer." Savannah flipped through several pages in the file. "You've lost too much weight since the diagnosis and I want you to see a dietitian before you leave today. I'd like you to put some weight back on. The extra layers will help buffer the device."

"Are there any side effects I should be aware of?" Marjorie ran her bony fingers over her skirt.

"Just one," Savannah stood and walked in front of the desk and leaned on it. "We're still adjusting the sound level for you. Every patient is different and we are very careful not to over stimulate cells. If they are, you'll have to let us know when you come in for your check-ups. You'll experience nosebleeds."

"That's it?" Senator Webster stood. "That's all we have to watch out for?"

"That's it." Savannah smiled.

Marjorie Webster stood and looked at her husband.

"Jase, you've done a damn fine job here." The Senator shook Savannah's hand vigorously.

"I see your next appointment is scheduled for October 30." Savannah looked back toward Mrs. Webster's file. "Just let us know about any nosebleeds."

"I will." Marjorie Webster stood and offered her hand to Savannah. "Thank you, Dr. Jase. You've been very kind."

With a nod, Savannah brought the discussion to an end.

The conference room was filled with 24 researchers and physicians sitting around a large table. Styrofoam coffee cups, pencils, and pads of paper were sprawled across the surface. Weekly meetings were held to review and update the staff on the hundreds of cases Jase Cancer Research Center handled. To newcomers on the staff, the names of patients seemed like a list from Who's Who, Politicians, actors, wealthy dignitaries from foreign countries, distinguished Arabs with impressive oil dossiers, and even a former President of the United States —as well as their wives, husbands, mistresses, and lovers —were past or current patients.

In its 20-year history, Jase Center had become the world's leader in cancer research. To be a member of its staff was considered a prestigious career opportunity. The awards and plaques that covered one of the walls in the conference room were an impressive display of Savannah's genius and her staff's accomplishments.

The door to the conference room opened and a hush snaked quietly through the group. Savannah emerged, along with her assistant who was toting a stack of patient files. Once settled at the head of the table, Savannah removed the first file from the top and opened it.

Savannah's medical career had begun as a midwife in Ashland, Kentucky. Though she came from a wealthy Southern family, it had been difficult in her day for women to get into medical school. Admissions boards thought medical school too strenuous and demanding for the "weaker sex", and female doctors would end up leaving the profession anyway, to serve their "rightful" roles are wives and mothers.  To ease her way, she agreed to have an affair with a sleazy Indiana politician. For her services, she received admission to the Harvard Medical School, but she continued to struggle for recognition and acceptance in the male-dominated field. The early years were difficult. Local doctors threatened her patients by telling them that Savannah practiced witchcraft. Her pregnant patients stopped seeing her for fear she would steal their babies. Finally, after years of fighting the system, Savannah gave up and moved to California.

The winds of Fate changed for Savannah in California. She practiced medicine near Santa Cruz and used her resources to advance her career. Aggressive and goal-oriented, she was seen as a rising success by other physicians who became associated with her growing clinic. It took a almost two decades to build Jase Cancer Research Center but now it was a major force in the field of medicine. It became widely known that Savannah lavishly rewarded her staff for their commitment and dedication. Her goals were high but she and her staff set new medical standards, developed state-of-the-art procedures, and saved lives.

The only quality her staff found formidable was her temper. Savannah expected things to happen, and when they didn't, she exploded. She rarely lost control but when she did, staff were fired and blacklisted. Her staff learned very quickly never to become her enemy.

Savannah lifted her teacup to her lips and ran her gaze over the staff. From years of experience she knew that the health of her organization depended on the health of her primary staff— her physicians and nurses. She made it her business to look for signs of burnout, stress, or restlessness. Preventing unnecessary errors in personnel performance guaranteed the success of the clinic.

With her eyes veiled, Savannah lingered momentarily on Dr. Wesley Tate. Dark shadows underneath Wesley's eyes and the slight tremor in her hands confirmed what Savannah already knew. Wesley's drinking was becoming more and more noticeable. Savannah sighed. Wesley was a talented physician but her expertise was in the bedroom. Savannah exhaled, knowing that something would need to be done.

"Let's begin. We have a substantial number of cases to go through this afternoon. Please keep your reports brief so we can adjourn at seven o'clock sharp. Dr. Akimo, why don't we start with you."

A short, dark-haired man stood, adjusted his glasses, and cleared his throat. He spoke for several minutes, detailing his patients, including the high profile case of Angelo "Death Angel" Mancetti, a notorious Mafia boss. With his remaining time, he presented his research outcomes and listened to the suggestions and feedback made by several other physicians. When he finished, he bowed and returned to his seat.

"Dr. Akimo, when is Mr. Mancetti scheduled for surgery?" Savannah wrote in the file without looking up.

Dr. Akimo stood. "Tomorrow morning at 7:30, Dr. Jase."

Savannah turned to her assistant. "Marcia, notify security and have them tighten their protective measures. Mr. Mancetti has received several death threats and I don't want this to get out of hand. Dr. Servais, why don't you go next."

A tall, athletic looking woman with ash brown hair stood to address the group. Her movements were sensuous and flowing. Savannah breathed deeply as her gaze rested on Dr. Jacqueline Servais's full lips.

Dr. Jacqueline Servais was the newest member of Savannah's staff. Hand-picked from a list of over a hundred physicians around the world, Jacqueline joined the clinic two years ago and was making great strides. Outwardly, Savannah lauded Jacqueline's skills. Inwardly, Savannah frowned, unable to understand why Fate had put such an aloof personality into such a gorgeous body. The elusive woman from France was a remarkable physician, but her passion in life was for medicine and not the bedroom. Savannah sighed. She wanted Jacqueline, but knew she would have to formulate a plan in order to convince Dr. Servais that there was more to life than the clinic.

The sensual French accent brought Savannah out of her reverie and she realized that Jacqueline was concluding her report.

"...the device used in patient Elaine Clemens illustrates this point. The sound waves crossed and they obliterated her heart." Dr. Servais looked at Savannah for her feedback but when she didn't respond, Jacqueline licked her lips.

The movement caused Savannah to stop breathing. She closed her eyes and commanded her heart to stop its fluttering. In a constricted voice, Savannah said, "Thank you, Jacquel —Dr. Servais."

The reports continued until Savannah received a note from her secretary letting her know that Sterling was waiting for her in Savannah's office. She stood, announced a recess, and added that they would continue with reports promptly at six o'clock.

Savannah opened her office door and found Sterling standing at the window. She quietly closed the door, walked across the room, and put her hands on Sterling's shoulders. She felt Sterling stiffen.

"Darling, how are you?" She lightly pulled back Sterling's hair and placed a kiss on her neck.

Sterling turned. Dark shadows hung below her eyes and she had lost weight. "As you no doubt can see, I'm not well. The attacks have worsened."

As Sterling walked to a chair, Savannah noticed a slight limp in Sterling's right leg. "Are you ready to talk about the Serpentine?"

Sterling sat down carefully. Her hands shook. "First, I want to see another doctor."

"But, honey, you have the finest medical help right here," Savannah drawled. "I'll see to it that your every need is met. One of my physicians can examine you while you're here, if that's what you prefer."

"No," Sterling shouted, her hand slapping the arm of the chair. Her hand immediately swelled and a dark blue bruise began to appear. "I don't have cancer and you know it."

"But you do, dear. Your mother died from it and so will you if you continue to deny the diagnosis." Savannah threw up her hands. "Surgery is your last hope and if you wait any longer, it'll be too late. Look," Savannah walked over to Sterling and took Sterling's hand, "see how quickly you bruise? And you've lost twenty pounds. You look pathetic. Why don't we just discuss the Serpentine and you can have the surgery tonight. I promise, you'll be feeling better by this time tomorrow night."

"I'd rather die than give you what you want," Sterling withdrew her hand from Savannah.

Savannah bristled. She needed the Serpentine Sapphire. Without it her plan would not succeed. Savannah took a deep breath, trying to control her rage. She wanted so badly to strike Sterling but kept her hand at her side. Sterling was deathly ill and, in this condition, a sudden blow could stop her heart. Savannah knew she would have to wait, and she withheld the obscenities she wanted to hurl at Sterling.

"Fine, go see another doctor."

"Someone who doesn't work for you and is not associated with this clinic."

"Fine." Savannah's mind raced. She had many ties in the medical community but there was the possibility that Sterling had found someone she didn't know. "Why do I have the feeling you've already got the name of someone?"

"I do," Sterling stood and faced Savannah. "Dr. Wesley Tate."

Savannah bit her lip to prevent herself from smiling. The Fates had been kind. It would take minimal work to arrange for Wesley to office in the Doctor's Professional Building in downtown San Francisco.

"Is he a general practitioner?" Savannah wanted to laugh at her obvious error, but she knew Sterling was watching her carefully.

"Yes." Sterling crossed her arms.

"Would you like me to go with you to your appointment?" Savannah reached out and drew Sterling to her.

"No." Sterling held her breath.

Savannah ran her hands down the front of Sterling's blouse. She felt Sterling droop but ignored the nonverbal warnings to stop. As she unbuttoned Sterling's blouse, Savannah slipped several fingers into Sterling's bra and rolled a nipple between her fingers.

"Savannah, please. I'm very nauseated today."

Savannah smiled at Sterling. "I can make you feel better. Let's go home and have a quiet dinner—just the two of us. I'll give you a massage and then we can soak in the Jacuzzi. It will help you relax. You're so tight." She kissed Sterling's lips, cheeks, forehead, and neck. "It's been so long," Savannah breathed heavily.

"I'm sure it's only been since last night or, perhaps, even this morning," Sterling turned her head away.

Savannah gritted her teeth, her anger flaring. "Sterling, I'm trying to help you. Let's not fight. If you're finished with this tantrum, we can go home and I'll let you make love to me."

"I've taken you away from a meeting. I'll just go home and wait for you there." Sterling forced a smile. How she hated playing this game. She walked to the door and turned. "You know I won't give you what you want even if you do kill me." Silence filled the room. Sterling's voice grew softer. "What time do you think you'll be done?"

"Eight or so. I have to return a few calls and check in on a patient. Have Diana run the water and put a tray together. You need to put some weight back on."

Sterling closed the door behind her.

Savannah sat down at her desk and scribbled several notes. She then picked up the phone and called the conference room. "Marcia, have Wesley Tate report to my office immediately." She looked at her watch. It was just after six o'clock and she was late. "Please let the staff know that I've been detained. Our meeting will reconvene in thirty minutes."

9

Wesley grimaced as she made love to Savannah Jase for the fifth time just hours after the staff meeting. She wondered why Savannah's sexual appetite was so insatiable, and she wondered how she had gotten herself in the position of being Savannah's mistress. Wesley believed in monogamy, but she was also amazed to find that Savannah found her attractive. The special attention from a famous physician and researcher was a strong aphrodisiac for Wesley. But at the moment, she fought the urge to scream. Her neck hurt and her limbs were numb. At this rate, Wesley knew she would have problems getting through the night.

It was difficult to believe that Savannah was fifty-six years old. Savannah was in superb condition. She watched what she ate, exercised regularly, and had had cosmetic surgery to help keep her breasts firm and supple. Wesley was surprised that the doctor chose not to color her hair. Its natural gray, however, was probably enhanced.

"Wes, dahling, I want more," the over-emphasized southern drawl mocked Wesley's exhaustion.

"My god, Savannah, what has gotten into you?"

"You." Savannah took Wesley by the neck and guided Wesley's mouth to her lips. A brief flash of resentment flashed through Wesley's mind. She felt exhausted and used.

Savannah pushed Wesley away. Her voice was ice cold. "Get your clothes and leave."

Horrified, Wesley realized that Savannah had picked up on her waning desire. She stammered nervously. "Savannah, I'm sorry. You're incredible...I can't seem to keep up with you tonight. You've got the energy of twenty women. Please let me make love to you again? I'm really sorry I've disappointed you."

Without acknowledging Wesley's pleas, Savannah got up from the king-size bed, put on her purple silk robe, and disappeared into the bathroom. Seconds later, Wesley heard the shower running.

Still unaccustomed to Savannah's desires and mood changes, Wesley walked to the bar and poured herself a drink. The champagne she had ordered from room service soothed her parched throat. Nervously, she walked around the room.

The clinic paid for the sole use of the hotel suite for special clinic guests, though, Savannah used it more for her own sexual indiscretions. The expensive suite was lavishly furnished with soft lighting, plush chairs and sofas, a king-size bed, a hot tub and sauna, and a bar that matched the offerings of a local pub. Special room service was available only to Savannah twenty-four hours a day. Wesley looked around the room trying to estimate how much the clinic paid each year for the use of this suite.

The minutes ticked away slowly. Wesley returned to the bar and poured another drink. The numbing haze of the alcohol made her feel less uptight, though she could still feel Savannah's displeasure. Wesley hated it when Savannah was angry. She frequently saw Savannah's rage at the clinic but, luckily, she had been fortunate enough to avoid being one of the victims. In the quiet of the suite, Wesley didn't know whether to leave or stay.

When she heard the shower stop, Wesley's heart raced with fear, but the sound of soft music and the scent of an exotic fragrance filled the room. Tired and afraid, Wesley closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she found Savannah standing in the doorway watching her. Wesley put down her champagne flute.

Savannah walked slowly and seductively toward Wesley, stopping only inches from her.

"I thought you were meeting with Sterling after the staff meeting?" Wesley asked.

"I did and I sent her home." Savannah said as she took Wesley's hand and led her into the bathroom. "Have you found anything out about the Serpentine yet?"

"No," Wesley's hands began to shake. "I contacted a friend of mine who is in the gem business, but she was unable to help me. I'm looking into other resources."

"Is this your friend who has a personal interest in the Serpentine?"

"Yes."

"So, why won't she help you?"

"She believes the gem doesn't exist."

"I want that gem, Wesley," Savannah said, her voice revealing the urgency. "I want it now."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Wesley's voice was void of emotion. "I'll call again tomorrow and try to convince her that it does exist."

"Very good. Come."

The immense room was mirrored on all sides and had a sunken, marble tub. In the corner was a large glass shower stall with a bench. Soft lighting filtered through crystal fixtures, highlighting the gold strands in Savannah's robe. She turned on the water in the shower, sending steam to the ceiling. Savannah walked over to the vanity and poured a powdered mixture into a tall glass. In the mirror, Wesley watched the clear water turn a deep scarlet color.

Savannah swirled the drink and handed it to Wesley. "Drink this," she commanded.

"What is it?" Wesley's medical training would not allow her to drink anything of which she didn't know the contents.

"It's an ancient remedy my grandmother gave to women in difficult labor," Savannah smiled, "it will help you relax."

The aroma arrested Wesley's nostrils. She cautiously sipped the liquid. Its unusual, pleasing taste soothed her need for alcohol, and her body was flooded with a warm, rippling sensation. Wine had never given her such an intense, pleasurable feeling. Greedily, she took another swallow. When Savannah took the glass from her and put it near the sink, Wesley opened her mouth to protest.

"That's enough for now," Savannah said. "I have a present for you." She reached into the pocket of her robe, pulled out a small velvet box and flipped it open. "I want you to wear this whenever we're together."

The exquisite yellow gold band and red stone sparkled in the soft light. Wesley moaned. Since their sexual relationship began in March, Savannah had never given her a gift.

"Savannah, it's beautiful. Thank you." Wesley offered her lips to Savannah who took them hungrily.

"There, I'm not such a monster now, am I?" Savannah pouted.

"I never meant to make you feel like you were," Wesley appeased. She looked down at the ring. "I've never seen a stone like this. What is it?"

"It's a rare alexandrite." Savannah placed the ring on Wesley's finger. Her smile was sinister. "It's considered a storehouse of pleasant surprises, particularly," Savannah cupped one of Wesley's breasts, "when the sun goes down."

Wesley looked at Savannah and blinked. Uncertain whether the warmth that was spreading through her body was from the elixir or the ring, she closed her eyes and leaned against the purple robe. When Savannah pulled on the nipple rings she had made Wesley get in June, the sudden tug ignited the fire between her legs. She moaned again, suddenly wanting, needing Savannah.

"The Serpentine Sapphire has a Guardian." Savannah tugged the rings again. "I need to find out the identity of this person."

"I'm on it," Wesley took a step back, forgetting that Savannah had the rings between her fingers. The pain was exquisite. "Savannah—"

Savannah pushed Wesley away and flirtatiously opened her robe and let it slip to the floor. Wesley gasped and reached out her hands.

"I'll get it, I'll get it," Wesley pleaded.

Savannah licked her lips seductively, backing toward the shower. Mesmerized, Wesley followed. They stepped into the shower stall. The hot water and scented oil Savannah rubbed on Wesley's aching body seemed to intensify the desire. Lust consumed Wesley. She hungrily backed Savannah into the wall and began to suck greedily on Savannah's breasts. The more she tasted, the more she wanted.

Not understanding this newfound insatiable need, Wesley covered Savannah's body with her lips, her hands, her fingers, and her tongue. In a ravenous frenzy, she explored every inch of Savannah's body.

Savannah laughed, wrapping her fingers through Wesley's hair. She snapped Wesley's head back from her wet triangle. "Why I thought you were too tired to make love to me, dahling," Savannah drawled.

"My dear doctor, in my best professional opinion, I do believe you're going to need a wheelchair tomorrow," Wesley growled.

"We'll see who needs the wheelchair — " Savannah breathed as she climaxed. Her nails dug into Wesley's wet burning skin. "Again, take me again," she commanded.

In the quiet darkness, Savannah pushed Wesley away and looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. Turning on the light, Savannah took a small black box from the nightstand, opened it, and extracted the small device.

"Sterling, my love, I almost forgot to give you your medicine. I should give you a double dosage to make up for my forgetfulness. Please forgive me." Savannah whispered, turning a lever several degrees to the right. She watched the clock and after a minute, she turned off the device, replaced it in its small black container, and put it back in the drawer. "Good night, sweetheart."

At five minutes after four in the morning, Sterling awoke with a start. She looked around the dark room sensing something amiss. She got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom, but before she made it to the door the tingling began.

The familiar ache began slowly, like a tidal wave that begins in the middle of the ocean and makes it way to the shore. The slow progression up her legs was the signal that the hurricane was coming in.

In all her years, Sterling knew no greater torture than this silent stalker. Tonight, however, the pain seemed different, spreading swiftly into her lower torso. The pressure on her lower back felt like a steel rod ready to snap. Her fingertips went numb but seconds later gave way to a hot, burning sensation. Her blood boiled in her veins and arteries — hot, red lava oozing up into her arms and head—erupting through her nostrils. The color of her blood was an unusual brilliant red, flowing and mixing with the intense pain. She grabbed her stomach and fell to the floor too weak and nauseated to stand. Pain ignited in lightning flashes.

Sterling tried to gulp back the tears but brutal muscle spasms paralyzed her esophagus. It was only when the pain reached her heart did she plead for an end to her suffering.

"Savannah, stop. I know you're...doing...this. I can't, I...can't, take...any...more of. Please, Savannah...please...stop. Savannah... Savannah—"

Half conscious, Sterling knew that these nightly episodes were getting worse, this one being by far the most severe. Tears rained on her parched lips. She fought the thought of surgery.

"No, no — " Sterling screamed as a new wave of pain filled her head like helium in a balloon. The sound of air and a sudden fierce pressure rushed through her ears. Her heart pounded against her ribs like an angry sea against jagged rocks. She pleaded and begged for an end to the pain. As large tears rolled down her cheeks, Sterling plunged into blackness.

10

"Ms. Navarre, can you take a deep breath for me? Good. Once more." Wesley moved her stethoscope down Sterling's back. She could hear Sterling's lungs straining for air and the wheezing in her chest. Sterling's blood pressure was dangerously low, her nasal passages and throat were inflamed, she was anemic, and her weight was down.

"Does this hurt?" Wesley lightly tapped a spot on Sterling's spine. She flinched and quickly moved away from Wesley's touch. "I guess that answers my question. How long have you been experiencing this discomfort?"

"About six months, but it seems like forever," Sterling grimaced in pain.

"How much weight have you lost?"

"Fifteen or twenty pounds." Sterling avoided looking at Wesley.

"That's a lot of weight on your frame. Is your nausea preventing you from eating?" Wesley noted the weight loss in Sterling's file.

Sterling nodded.

"And sleeping?"

"Yes. Both the nosebleeds and pain keep me from sleeping."

"Hmm," Wesley continued to write in the file.

Before Sterling arrived for her appointment, Savannah had versed Wesley on what to say and what not to say. Sterling, Savannah stated, was very intelligent and could easily detect a scam. As a slam to Wesley's professional pride, Savannah even told her what precautions she needed to take to pass as a general practitioner. Savannah knew that Sterling would not see a specialist, fearing that they were associated with her or the clinic in some way. She had to make Sterling think that Wesley was totally separate, and possibly, gain Sterling's confidence in the process. Wesley would be Savannah's best line of communication with Sterling.

Though Savannah had been explicit in her details on how to handle Sterling, Savannah had never told Wesley about the woman's beauty. The urge to stare at Sterling was intense. She couldn't help but be affected by the sight of Sterling's bare chest and back.

"So you're Savannah's partner," Wesley thought to herself.

It bothered Wesley that Savannah was having an affair with her when she had someone like Sterling waiting at home for her. The thought suddenly made her feel immense guilt. Here in the examining room was the woman Wesley was hurting. She rubbed her eyes.

"Are you all right?" Sterling asked from the table.

"Oh, yes." Wesley stumbled, catching herself on the table. "I've seen so many patients these past few days that I guess I haven't been taking care of myself very well."

Wesley remembered the long hours she'd spent at the hospital years ago. Somehow they were more bearable knowing that Leah was waiting for her at the end of each day. But after years of working in the hospital, Wesley had needed a change. When the Jase Cancer Research Center offered her a job, she was ecstatic. The center provided her with new challenges, greater opportunities, but more stress. The Minneapolis hospital she left behind seemed like a dream now, and Leah's absence was the greatest emptiness she had ever known. Wesley ran her hand over her lips. She badly needed a drink.

"Did I read on your form that a friend referred you?"

"Yes, a friend of mine from Minnesota. She told me you had practiced there for years." Sterling watched Wesley carefully.

"Who would that be?"

"Leah Constantine," Sterling saw the surprise in Wesley's eyes.

"Leah. Sure I know Leah. Wow, it's been a long time since I've seen her. How is she?" Wesley checked Sterling's reflexes but her mind was three thousand miles away.

"Unfortunately, I haven't seen her recently either. But the last time I did, she looked absolutely radiant." Sterling stopped herself. She quickly changed the subject feeling as though she had given herself away. "Dr. Tate, do you know what's causing the pain and nosebleeds?"

"It appears to be a rather vicious infection. I'll do some blood work on you today to see how extensive it is. In the meantime, I'll write you a prescription for an antibiotic. Hopefully, within a few days you'll start feeling better. I'd like to see you next week so I can go over the test results with you. Once we know what we're dealing with, it'll be easier to treat. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Dr. Tate." Sterling said as Wesley helped her off the table.

"Then I'll see you in a week." Wesley put a reassuring hand on Sterling's shoulder and smiled. Before she left the room, Wesley said, "You can pick up the prescription at the front desk, okay?"

"Dr. Tate, I know my condition is serious, if not terminal. I can't go on with these attacks. I want to know what's causing them and I want them to stop. Most of all, I want the truth." Sterling looked Wesley directly in the eyes. "Will you give me the truth?"

"I will," Wesley answered suddenly feeling very tired.

Wesley opened the door and walked into her temporary office. She immediately saw a woman sitting in the chair across from the desk. Though the woman had her back to Wesley, she knew who it was. The gray in Savannah's hair was very distinct and her presence was overpowering.

"How is she, doctor?" Savannah asked without turning around.

Wesley walked around the desk, opened Sterling's folder, and sat down staring at her notes. The results were not good.

"Her vital signs are critical. The area surrounding the device is badly infected. The infection appears to have spread through her entire system. I'm not exactly sure what caused the infection, but I believe the device is disintegrating."

"And?" Savannah prompted Wesley to continue.

"And, I believe that the infection and the sound waves," Wesley paused fearing that she had already said more than she should, "are too much for her."

"Your prognosis, doctor." Savannah's voice was without emotion.

"She's dying, Savannah." Wesley looked into Savannah's eyes. They were veiled and her hands were drawn together at her fingertips.

"She must not die."

"Then we'll have to remove the device." Wesley stated.

"No, not until I have what I want from her."

The harshness of Savannah's words took Wesley by surprise and confused her. She had seen Savannah's unfeeling nature before but never of this magnitude. Savannah was one of the wealthiest women in the United States, and her needs were always fulfilled. What could Savannah possibly want from Sterling that she wasn't getting somewhere else?

The grapevine at the clinic reported that Savannah and Sterling had been together for seven years. Their first several dates caused the clinic staff to worry. Savannah was late for meetings, was often distracted, and was losing weight. But now, Wesley wondered where that love had gone. Savannah acted as if she had sole possession of Sterling.

Before Wesley joined the staff, when Savannah agreed to build her research clinic at Stanford University in Palo Alto, California, she had thrown elaborate parties for the medical staff. At one party it was said, Sterling had been asked to play the harp. After playing several selections, the staff praised her abilities but she visibly shrank from the attention. Those who were there that evening went on to add that Savannah fired a physician, on the spot, for making a pass at Sterling. It was well known that this same physician couldn't find employment anywhere, and was now a missionary somewhere in the poorest section of Uganda.

And now, here Wesley stood telling Savannah she was slowly killing her lover. Something bothered Wesley. She suddenly doubted that Sterling ever had cancer, and that Savannah had surgically implanted the device to control Sterling. The thought made her shiver.

Savannah stood and walked around the desk to study Sterling's chart over Wesley's shoulder. After a moment she closed it. She turned and leaned against the desk, facing Wesley, stroking her cheek and neck. When Savannah's fingers tightened around Wesley's neck, Wesley drew back against her chair in fear.

"Dr. Tate, let me make myself explicitly clear." Savannah's voice was low and malevolent. "Sterling is not to die until I say so. Do whatever you need to do to prevent her demise. Should she die without giving me what I want, I will hold you responsible." The cold and savage look in Savannah's green eyes frightened Wesley.

Wesley swallowed hard.

"Do you understand what I'm saying, doctor?"

Wesley nodded.

"Good." Savannah released her fingers from Wesley's neck. Dark red marks were imprinted on the young doctor's skin. "Now, I'll meet you at five o'clock sharp at the hotel. And," Savannah paused, taking in Wesley's body. "Bring the scarlet teddy with you. It'll match the ring I gave you."

After Savannah left, Wesley sat in her chair, reached into her desk, and pulled out a dark flask. She needed a drink.

11

The rugged shoreline along the Pacific Ocean in Santa Cruz was the source of Sterling's serenity. It was on the rocky ledges and steep cliffs that she could regain a sense of purpose and leave the nightmare of her life behind — for awhile. But on this bleak and dismal Wednesday morning in late September, the dark clouds and mist shut out the sun and brought the visibility down to a quarter of a mile.

Sterling had left the house that morning immediately after Savannah departed for the clinic. At a roadside cafe along the way, Sterling stopped to refill her thermos. Now, as she walked slowly along the cliffs, she held a steaming cup of coffee between her hands. The warmth felt comforting against the cold breeze blowing off the ocean.

Unlike Savannah, Sterling loved to watch the sun creep over the horizon and fill the morning with its virgin light. The heat of its rays and the coffee mug provided the only warmth Sterling had in her life.

Her thoughts turned to the subject of the ten books she had written. They were all about the pain of never finding her one true love. She poured her heart into her writing, almost as if they were personal journals. She thought, at first, that Savannah was the love of her life, but within the last year it seemed the Savannah she knew no longer existed. Sterling looked out at the ocean.

When she returned from a short trip to Puerto Arista, Mexico a year ago, the Savannah she knew was gone. The two had first met when her mother was diagnosed with cancer and was referred to Savannah's clinic. For several years, Sterling was impressed with the doctor and grateful, too, for keeping her mother alive five more years than expected. But recently, Sterling noticed how old Savannah was beginning to look. Her facial lines were becoming more and more pronounced and her cheeks drooped slightly. Her hair was even grayer than Sterling remembered. For years, Savannah's physical characteristics were an asset, but now she was showing the signs of her addiction to power and wealth. Savannah lived each day to the extreme. Her hunger grew increasingly insatiable and her demand for the Serpentine emphatic.

In her place was a serpent.

Sterling stopped in her steps, remembering Raven's curse.

Raven stopped in front of Sterling. She towered over Sterling in height and power. She abruptly reached out, wrapped Sterling's hair around her fingers and pulled Sterling's head back. "Sterling, my dear friend-"

"Raven, I - ".

"Silence," Raven barked. She looked at the clock. It was 11:40. "I have a lot to say and I don't have much time." She roughly released Sterling. "You should have translated my grandmother's book for me when I first asked. How dare you turn your back on me and refuse my request." Raven smiled wickedly. "Do you know what the pain of betrayal feels like, Sterling?"

Sterling hung her head.

"No, no you don't, do you? Love, beauty, talent, you have them all. You have no idea what's it's like to suffer." With her index finger, Raven caressed Sterling's chin and then forced Sterling to look at her. "You will. Next year, at this time, you will know pain like never before - Beware the Serpent, Sterling."

"Beware the Serpent," Raven had said.

The realization seized Sterling's heart. The serpent was Savannah. Raven had died last Halloween, but her evil spirit had invaded Savannah's body.

She had cursed Sterling because she refused to help Raven translate a book of black magic. It had been written in Latin, a language Sterling knew well. Raven could not interpret the spells and curses on her own. Now, Sterling was a victim of a curse.

She could not forget that horrible night. Her friend Erica had been saved, but her own life threatened. Sterling shook her head. The whole situation was worse than she thought. She knew she didn't have long to live, and the pain she endured was not from cancer. Whether she'd live or die was something she couldn't think about.

Sterling's head began to throb as the wheels in her head suddenly ground to a halt. Tears filled her eyes. She held her breath trying to hold back a wave of unfathomable grief. The Savannah she fell in love with was dead.

A twinge of pain in her lower legs turned the grief into extreme anger. "The pain is always worse when Savannah and I are apart." She thought for a minute. Other than for the attacks, Sterling took no medications and suffered from no other ailments. Last April, Savannah put Sterling through a series of tests after her first attack. Frightened, Sterling agreed to a series of exams. When Savannah showed Sterling her x-rays, and the cancerous growth next to her spine, Sterling had laughed.

"Who's x-rays are these?" She had said, watching Savannah's face redden. "They certainly aren't mine."

"They're yours," Savannah had asserted. She pressed her index finger into Sterling's back.

Sterling screamed.

"As you can see, my dear, x-rays don't lie. You have a growth right here. It will spread and will eventually kill you. Let me treat it."

"At what cost?" Sterling asked.

Savannah's smile was ruthless. "I want the Serpentine Sapphire.'"

Sterling looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The slap across Sterling's face had stung, bringing tears to her eyes. Savannah grabbed Sterling's hair and pulled it back. Her face was an inch from Sterling's. "This cancer will eat you alive. I've watched it consume people. It begins slowly — the tingling, the thickening of your blood, the rush to your head, the pumping of your heart. Then comes the profuse nosebleeds and nausea. Finally, there's the pain—a pain so horrifying that you'll pray for death. You'll grow weak and thin and still the tingling will start. Each attack will be worse than the one before. And each time the pain is at its height, you'll curse yourself for not having the surgery. I can offer you the best of care but the decision is up to you." Savannah let go of Sterling's hair. "Give me the identify of the Serpentine Sapphire's Guardian and I'll let you live."

"I don't know who it is," Sterling whispered.

"Maybe today you don't, but, perhaps, you will soon." Savannah turned to leave. "It's your decision, Sterling. Give me the information I want and you'll live, or, prepare yourself for a very slow, painful death."

Now, on the cliffs high above the ocean, Sterling tried to drown out the outrage coursing through her veins. She tried to take several deep breaths of air but the pungent breeze only made her cough. Her tears mixed with the morning mist. She prayed for the strength to survive the pain and the courage to keep herself sane while she waited for the Guardian to appear.

Raven must have told Savannah that Sterling could identify the Guardian, when in reality, Sterling knew nothing of her. Her mind raced through all the people she had come in contact with recently. Could any of them be the Guardian?

Leah Constantine.

From her brief encounters with Leah, Sterling found her to be not only lovely and intriguing, but also warm and compassionate. It was if Leah had opened the door to Sterling's heart. She was shocked by the intensity of her feelings for Leah. She had tried in vain to stifle the yearning under layers and layers of fear. Too occupied with thoughts of Savannah and the attacks, she had overlooked Leah's significance in her struggles. Leah had agreed to help Sterling find the Serpentine. There was an end to the madness. Dropping the mug of coffee from her hands, she ran along the cliff.

"Leah, how could I have forgotten you—beautiful, wonderful Leah."

In her euphoria, Sterling mistook the tingling in her body with her new realization until she stumbled over a rock and fell. Small, sharp stones embedded themselves into her knees. Sterling looked down at her scuffed palms. The pain was already creeping up her legs and spreading into her arms. Waves of air pounded in her ears and a blast of heat scorched her bones. Nauseated, she could feel the blood flowing through her veins like thick lava. It gushed from her nose. She staggered to her feet. Nearly blind from the blood, Sterling took several steps. Disoriented and engulfed in pain, she turned toward the cliff rather than away from it. Another spasm knocked her again to her knees.

Sterling saw and felt nothing but the pain. Every nerve ending was on fire. With great force she gasped for breath and tried to stand. The jagged rocks two hundred feet below called to her. Tears mixed with blood. She took a deep breath as the pain racked her body.

"Lady, nooooo —" a man's voice yelled.

Sterling screamed.

"Lady-"

Dizzy, she turned to see where the voice was coming from but her vision was blurred. The rocks beneath her feet began to crumble. Her body twitched and jerked as more rocks gave way. She grasped her head in her hands and fell to her knees. Her right foot dangled off the edge of the cliff. A wall of black slammed into her, cutting out all sound and sensation. Her body smashed into the earth.

Leah sat at home peering through all the books she had on the Serpentine Sapphire. She knew she was missing something. But what was it?

The ringing of the telephone made her jump.

"Hello?" Leah pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes, this is Leah."

The unfamiliar voice was urgent.

"Yes, I'll be here."

Leah hung up the phone.

The fluorescent lights in the hallway cast a sterile veneer on the people walking in and out of the rooms. Voices were hushed as a muscular guard with huge biceps stood outside room 1212. Two figures, in white lab coats, walked out of the room, their heads bowed together in conversation. They walked across the hall into an empty room and closed the door.

"Do you think it was a suicide attempt?" Wesley Tate looked directly at Savannah Jase.

"Of course not," Savannah wiped the perspiration from her forehead.

"Did the two of you have an argument or a disagreement this morning that would have led to this?"

"Tate, may I remind you of who you're questioning."

"Dr. Jase," Wesley took a breath. She needed to understand why Sterling would try to kill herself. "You asked me to take Sterling on as a patient. It's my duty, as her physician, to find out what happened this morning. If you'd like me to hand this case back to you or to another physician, I'll do as you wish. However, let me also remind you that Sterling is a very sick woman. I asked you not to give her any more pain thrusts, but from my exam, it looks as if you did." Wesley glared at Savannah.

"I didn't want her to forget that surgery is still an option." Savannah returned Wesley's icy stares. "Tate, you're the one that stated her device must be replaced. And soon."

"I know, but I want to see that she regains her health." Wesley softened her tone.

The room grew quiet. Outside orderlies could be heard walking down the halls. Wesley watched Savannah's expression change slightly.

"You're absolutely right, Dr. Tate. Sterling's health is our primary concern. What do you suggest we do at this point?"

Wesley detected a note of insincerity and thought it best to proceed cautiously. "I believe that it's in Sterling's best interest to go away for awhile. She needs some place to go where she can relax, and get away from the pressures here. And," Wesley calculated the impact of her next statement, "I strongly recommend that you cease her sound-wave thrusts so her body can recover. This last one nearly sent her over a cliff."

"Thank you, Tate, I'll consider your recommendations." Savannah walked to the door. "Oh, and Tate — "

"Yes, Dr. Jase?"

"Do something about that drinking problem of yours. You're getting rather sloppy."

Wesley looked down at her white jacket. A large, red wine spot stained her lapel. In the activity of Sterling's arrival at the center, Wesley had forgotten to change her coat. She wondered how many people knew.

"At times I thought I was going crazy. Curses happen in fiction—not real life."

Tayler Windquest sat across from Leah on an overstuffed, ivory leather sofa. Her right arm was draped on the top of the sofa behind her partner, Erica Kirsten-Laird. Her shoulder-length blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and soft features made her look too young to have faced death so many times.

"After the third attempt on my life, things just didn't seem to make sense. That was until I learned my role in Raven's curse. Somewhere inside of me I felt a strong, almost overwhelming sense of deja vu. It's a terrifying thing to go through, Leah, but I knew I had to do something. If I didn't, I knew that the woman I had fallen in love would die." Tayler touched Erica's cheek.

Her last words stunned Leah.

Moonlight filtered in through the windows in Leah's study, creating shadow patterns on the oak wood floor. Near the door, Ana Ariani stood watching Leah. Her dark, Spanish features were difficult to read, but her presence could be felt throughout the room. Her lover, Gabrielle, cross-stitched in a chair near Leah.

Leah shifted in her chair uncomfortably and looked at Ana's left hand. The white gold, sapphire ring sparkled in the light. All the women in the room wore the same ring. She wondered why Sterling didn't have one. "I've read about the part of the curse involving the ring, but how did you and Erica become Raven's first—victims." Leah watched Ana's neck turn a dark shade of red.

Erica spoke. "It's quite simple, actually. Raven fell madly in love with Ana, but Ana was in love with me."

"When Ana decided to take Erica as her partner," Tayler continued the story, "Raven went crazy. If she couldn't have Ana then she vowed no one would.

The room became silent.

"Ricah was here in Minnesota and I was on the beach in Puerto Arista watching a magnificent sunset. I was so miserable without her. A strong gale came up, so I went into a cave for shelter against the whirling sand. The wind became suddenly very cold. I sat in the cave shivering in the dark, waiting out the gale. Then Raven appeared." Ana walked behind Tayler and Erica. "The next thing I knew, Ricah had been cursed."

"For twelve years," Erica continued the story, "I tried to find some way to destroy the curse, but all I had to go on was Raven's poor attempt at poetry."

Ana walked over to a table, opened her briefcase, and picked up several pieces of paper. She handed them to Leah.

Leah scanned through them, her fingertips turning white. Her eyes were wide. "Was Sterling given something like this?"

"I'm afraid not," Ana took the papers.

"So, last year, two months before Halloween, Tayler came into Erica's life and the first stanza of the curse unfolded," Leah said.

"Si, but it took awhile for Ricah to put the curse and Tayler together. Then came the scar, the fire, and the snake. We were certain by this time that the attempts on Tayler's life were all a part of Raven's curse."

Leah looked at the scar on Tayler's neck. From where she sat, the scar looked like a white lightning bolt on the tanned skin.

Erica nodded. "Each year at the end of October, the twelve women who had originally witnessed Raven's banishment centuries ago, gather at Ana's in Mexico. Hallows Eve was the night Raven was banished."

"And last Halloween you destroyed the first part of the curse," Leah stated. "But I still don't understand something. How did Sterling become Raven's second victim?"

Tayler reached for Erica's hand and held it. "Raven had a book of black magic, but it was written in Latin. She asked Sterling to translate the book for her, but when Sterling saw what the book was about, she told Raven she couldn't do it."

Ana placed her hands on Tayler's shoulders. "No one had ever done that to her before. In revenge, Raven announced last Halloween that Sterling would be the next to suffer."

"You make it sound like there are more parts to this curse?" Leah gripped the arms of her chair.

"There are," Ana said.

"How many?" Leah swallowed.

"Three."

Leah held her breath. "Do you know who the third part affects?"

Tayler nodded. "Her name is Devin St. Ives."

"The photographer," Leah gasped. "The famous photographer?"

"Si." Ana poured herself some coffee. Her hands were shaking.

"So, when the second part of the curse is over this Halloween, the third part will immediately begin?"

"Yes," Tayler turned her blue gaze on Leah. "But each part is so different. Since last November, we've watched Sterling for signs but nothing really happened until a few months ago."

"What happened?" Leah swallowed.

Tayler shrugged her shoulders. "Sterling didn't show up at our gatherings and when we tried to reach her by phone, the housekeeper continually told us she was unavailable. Erica flew out to California and went to her house, but security guards wouldn't let her in. Purely by coincidence, Erica talked to a physician at Savannah's clinic. The unknown physician told Erica that Sterling was sick."

"What did this person say?" Leah asked Ana.

Ana took a sip of her coffee. "The doctor said Sterling had terminal cancer. She was given six months to live — " Ana paused. "Six months from April 30 is Halloween."

The room became deathly quiet. A tear slid down Leah's face and plopped on her folded hands. Ana set her cup down and knelt at Leah's side.

"The four of us were at the Harbor Cafe the night Sterling and Savannah came in. I saw how you reacted when Sterling walked in. Then Sterling dropped her purse near your chair, and laid her hand on your shoulder when she bent to pick it up. I asked Ricah if she knew who you were. When she told me and explained that you're a gemologist, I knew Sterling was giving us a sign."

"A sign?" Leah wiped her eyes. She clearly remembered that evening.

"You were meant to help Sterling," Ana said.

"But how?" Leah cried. "I work with stones not with cancer."

"Leah," Ana took Leah's hands into her own. "Sterling doesn't have cancer."

"What?" Leah looked at Erica and Tayler and then back at Ana. "Then what's killing her?"

"The curse," Ana said simply.

Leah shook her head. "She's terribly sick. I've seen her nosebleeds, the pain. Something is killing her."

"Not something, Leah, 'someone.'" Tayler stood up and walked over to Leah. "Savannah has found some way to control Sterling through illness. And, she's using it to weaken Sterling until she gives Savannah what she wants."

"What does she want?" Leah stood and walked to the window. Dark clouds rumbled across the sky. She could see lightening in the distance.

"The Serpentine Sapphire —the gem from Raven's cursed ring." Ana walked over and stood looking out of the window with Leah. "The gem that could turn Savannah into a terrifying, undefeatable force."

"No poetry to go on, no ability to talk to Sterling directly, no way to stop Savannah, no leads to find the Serpentine. Have we got anything useful?"

"Yes," Tayler smiled for the first time. It warmed the room. "The Guardian."

"The 'Guardian?'" Leah asked.

"If Savannah Jase finds out who the 'Guardian' is, along with possessing the Serpentine Sapphire, she will become the most powerful woman in the world."

"How is that useful?" Leah frowned.

"Sterling is the only one who can identify the Guardian." For the first time, it was Gabrielle who spoke. Her eyes were as gray in color as Leah's.

Leah shrugged her shoulders.

Gabrielle continued. "Leah, you of all people know that gems have special properties —a power, in other words."

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "The Serpentine has the Guardian?"

"Si. The Guardian can give Savannah anything she wants." Ana reached into her pocket. "Leah, I know Sterling would want you to wear this." She opened her hand. In her palm was a white gold, sapphire ring.

Leah looked at Ana puzzled.

"It's Sterling's ring." Ana looked directly into Leah's gray eyes. "You'll need to have it so the Guardian can identify you."

"But I don't know who she is!" Leah felt herself weaken in Ana's gaze.

"When it's time for you to know, the 'Guardian' will find you." Ana held Leah's eyes. "Leah, your help is crucial to Sterling's survival. If Savannah succeeds in getting the Serpentine we will all die."

"Like Tayler helped Erica, I must now help Sterling?"

Ana cocked her head. "You must destroy Savannah— Raven-"

"Or be destroyed," Lead added.

"Si," Ana nodded.

As Savannah stood at the foot of the bed, she could see the blue-green bruises on Sterling's arms and the dark circles under her eyes. Plastic tubing in her arms delivered life-sustaining fluids and antibiotics to combat the infection that raced through her body. Her red and white blood counts were being measured and a heart monitor kept record of her weak and irregular heartbeat. Within the past six hours, little improvement had been noted by the nursing staff. Savannah could feel the Grim Reaper hovering in the room, ready to claim Sterling's soul.

It unnerved Savannah to know that the spirit world watched over Sterling with an eerie protectiveness. She shifted uneasily, remembering the night she met Raven Delaire. A haunting woman with a tale so unbelievable that Savannah had laughed. When Raven showed Savannah her powers, Savannah stopped laughing. The Serpentine Sapphire would make her invincible.

But her dreams had almost come to an end that morning. Fortunately, her mole in the police department paid off and proved instrumental in saving Sterling's life. Two inches more and Sterling would have gone over the cliff, taking with her all of Savannah's dreams. She shivered. No one would destroy her dreams—no one.

"Dr. Jase, how nice to see you."

Savannah turned and saw Dr. Jacqueline Servais watching her from the doorway. What a fabulous looking woman, Savannah thought. In the dim light from the hallway, Savannah realized that Jacqueline could be Sterling's identical twin.

"Jacqueline, you're here late."

"Dr. Tate asked me to look in on her patient."

Jacqueline approached the bed and checked the heart monitor. She bent over and looked into Sterling's eyes with her penlight. Next she placed her stethoscope on Sterling's chest and listened to her lungs. "She's a fighter, oui?"

Savannah nodded and watched Jacqueline with a growing hunger. Jacqueline's long, slender fingers delicately held Sterling's wrist to check the pulse. Savannah laughed to herself. Though Dr. Jacqueline Servais was an exquisite-looking woman, it was unfortunate that her personality was not as seductive. Jacqueline's aloofness and fondness for privacy would always be a challenge to Savannah—but she loved a good challenge. As Jacqueline walked around the bed to check the monitors, a light fragrance teased Savannah's nostrils. She bit her lip.

Jacqueline continued to consult Sterling's chart and finally looked at Savannah. A slight smile tugged at the corner of her full lips. "Her condition has improved."

"Excellent." The southern drawl answered the French accent. Savannah's desire soared. She wanted those perfectly shaped lips and she wanted them now.

"I must check on other patients. Good night, Dr. Jase." Jacqueline bowed slightly and began to leave.

As Jacqueline walked past Savannah, Savannah reached out with her hand and stopped the departing doctor.

"Dr. Servais—Jacqueline, I'm devastated by this and I feel so — " Savannah lowered her eyes, "so sad. I thought I gave Sterling everything she's ever wanted, but, perhaps, her depression is something more than even I can handle."

"Clinical depression is a difficult thing to treat. There are always so many variables involved." Jacqueline looked into Savannah's eyes. "You can only do your best. She must find the strength to live on her own. I'm sad that you are so pained by this."

"Thank you. I guess I'm just not prepared for her to decide not to live. It would be a great loss to me." Savannah put her hand on Jacqueline's arm. "Your friendship means everything to me. Would you...could you take the time to have a drink with me tonight. I'm really feeling alone and could use your support."

Jacqueline looked at her watch. "It's late and I still have a patient to see. Maybe we could get a cup of coffee in the cafeteria for now. Would that work?"

"I could use something a little stronger," Savannah hung her head, "but coffee is fine." She stepped closer to Jacqueline and laid her head on the doctor's shoulder.

On the bed, Sterling stirred and opened her eyes. Her blurry vision began to clear and she could see Savannah at the foot of her bed. What she saw made her sick. Savannah had always been discreet about her sexual exploits until now. Sterling closed her eyes trying to rid herself of the image. A voice near the door made her cringe.

"Good evening, Dr. Jase, Dr. Servais. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Wesley rigidly stood at the door. "Would you like me to come back later —when you're done?"

"I was just leaving. Good night, Dr. Jase. Dr. Tate." Jacqueline readjusted her jacket and stethoscope.

Sterling quickly closed her eyes.

"I didn't know Dr. Servais volunteered as a candy-striper on her off hours. Or did she just happen to be in the neighborhood?" Wesley walked over to the bed, picked up Sterling's wrist, and began to check her pulse.

"She told me that you had asked her to look in on Sterling."

"That's a lie." Wesley tried to control her anger. "There was no reason for me to ask Dr. Servais to be here. Ms. Navarre is my patient and I have every intention of seeing her back to good health."

"Your intentions are commendable, Tate." Savannah walked to the door. "Oh, I have to cancel our meeting later this evening. Something's come up."

"But, Savannah, I thought-"

"Good night, Dr. Tate." Savannah closed the door behind her.

"You'll pay for this," Wesley said under her breath.

Sterling was unsure to whom the threat was addressed.

12

As Leah descended the stairs to the foyer, the doorbell rang. Antonio appeared and answered the door. At the bottom step, Leah paused as Valentine Kincade walked through the door.

She approached Leah, who was still standing on the steps. She placed a light kiss on Leah's hand.

"You must be the escort I hired?"

"I am, Madam. Valentine Kincade at your service." Valentine kissed the inside of Leah's elbow. "May I say you look absolutely ravishing this evening."

"Oh my, the escort service guaranteed you'd meet my standards." Leah's eyes twinkled as she admired the lush patterns in Valentine's low cut dress. "I applaud them."

Valentine bowed. "Dare I say that your appearance tonight will cause a stir amid the small but intimate gathering." She ran her hand lightly over the long, silk dinner jacket Leah wore. Leah's matching black silk pants and shoes were accented with a fine, white gold necklace and dangling earrings. Her cinnamon-spice, brown hair was swept back behind an ear by a black and silver comb.

"Ah, screw the party. May I suggest that we have our own little tete-a-tete at a small but cozy restaurant in St. Paul?" Leah leaned her head on Valentine's shoulder and wrapped Valentine's necklace around her finger.

Valentine unwrapped Leah's finger and took a step back. "Madam, may I remind you that I've been hired to escort you to a dinner party, and not to spend a delicious evening in the quiet rapture of your arms." Valentine's smile was mischievous.

"Who said anything about being quiet?" Leah placed her hands on her hips.

"I believe I've just been propositioned." Valentine rolled her eyes.

Leah winked seductively. "I'll even take you to Burger King if you're really good."

"Why waste your money, honey. I'm all the Whopper you'll ever need."

The two women looked at Antonio and then at each other. Their laughter filled the hall.

"You guys make me sick," Antonio said as he walked down the hall. He turned around and came back to the two laughing women. He turned to Valentine. "Leah's been looking forward to this dinner for days. You might want to tame her excitement before you get to Carissa's. Otherwise, I take no responsibility for her dancing on the table."

"Wow, I'd like to see that," Valentine smiled noting the sarcasm in Antonio's voice. "I'll take good care of her, Antonio. And, I'll have her back before midnight."

"Thank you, Valentine. I know I can trust you. Bye," Antonio waved.

The two women got into Valentine's red Jaguar and cruised down the driveway.

"I have an idea," Leah said as they reached the street.

"Oh no, here we go," Valentine smirked. "Okay, what's your idea?"

"Why don't we telephone Carissa and tell her that we had car trouble. On the way to the gas station we were kidnapped by some aliens and we won't be able to make it for dinner."

"Hmm, sounds tempting. Do you know what the aliens are having for dinner?"

"No. Okay, how about if we — "

"Leah," Valentine looked at Leah briefly. "I've never seen you like this before. The last two invitations to Carissa's you've put up major fits." Valentine put her hand on Leah's leg. The touch was simple but demanding. "What's up?"

"I'm pregnant."

"You're — " Valentine choked, "excuse me?"

"I'm pregnant and Carissa thinks she's the father." Leah looked out the window.

"Okay, that's it." Valentine pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned off the engine. "Either you tell me what's going on or I kick you out and you can walk."

Leah raised her hand.

"What?"

"I vote for kicking me out of the car and letting me walk," Leah tried to smile as innocently as she could.

"Leah, I'm getting really upset with you." Valentine took Leah's hand and held it. "I know I haven't seen you in a week but you're acting like you've either gone mad or you're falling in love."

"Aren't they the same thing?" Leah countered.

Valentine remained silent for a moment. "So you're telling me there's a woman who's making you nervous and just a little bit insane, correct?"

"I never said the 'L' word, you did." Leah looked down at her hand clasped in Valentine's.

"No wonder you're acting so weird. I should've guessed. In all the years that I've known you I should've recognized your behavior." Valentine squeezed Leah's hand. "You're falling in love."

"Oh, Valentine, I am not," Leah looked away.

"Okay, so at least give me a few details. I mean, is she nice?"

Leah hesitated. "Her name is Sterling Navarre. At first I didn't think much of her because she came across so ice cold. Then her nose started to bleed and — "

"You're falling for a woman with nosebleeds?"

Leah looked out the window, fighting back the tears.

"I'm sorry, honey, this looks serious." Valentine patted Leah's hand. "I'm sorry, please continue."

"I don't know, Val, I'm just not myself. I think it's the break-in and Matt's death. Anyway, she's not available."

"What's the problem?"

"She happens to be in a relationship with Dr. Savannah Jase."

"You mean the director of the Jase Cancer Research Center in Palo Alto, California?"

Leah nodded.

"Wow, what a coincidence. My good friend Laurel Hamilton, you know the reporter for Time magazine, is doing a story on the Center. She asked me to cover the story with her but I'm booked. She's flying out there tomorrow. She's really excited about doing the story — " Valentine stopped herself. "Oops, sorry. I guess I got a little carried away."

"There's something else," Leah added.

"What?"

"Sterling's dying."

The words hung in the air, refusing to dissipate.

"Oh, my god, Leah." Valentine put her head down on the steering wheel. "Tell me everything."

"Valentine, we're going to be late," Leah pinched the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb.

"You've got twenty minutes —so speed-talk."

The early October evening was crisp and clear. The sunset was spectacular with its red, yellow, and orange hues. While Leah told Valentine about Sterling and the Serpentine Sapphire, the plush green arms of the horizon opened themselves to the brilliance of the slowly descending autumn sun.

When Leah finished, Valentine reached for Leah's hand, deeply moved by the predicament her friend was in. They drove the rest of the way to Carissa's in silence.

"There you are! I was beginning to think that you had car trouble." Carissa hugged and kissed Valentine and Leah. "Or did the two of you just stop for a quickie?"

Leah and Valentine smirked, realizing that Carissa was one of a number of people who thought they shared more than a friendship.

Valentine winked at Carissa. "What can I say? She takes my breath away."

Carissa eyed Leah's deep summer tan and immaculate appearance. The perfume Leah wore was applied, as usual, with just a touch to entice the senses. Carissa shook her head. "Brittan has to leave early so we were just sitting down. Come in and meet the other guests." She led the way to the huge dining room.

Carissa's dining room reflected her passion for entertaining. Floor to ceiling windows covered two walls while a third was covered with beveled mirrors. A magnificent crystal chandelier hung directly over the oblong oak table. The three other guests were already seated with their backs to Leah and Valentine. They entered the room, following Carissa's lead around the massive table.

"Allow me to make introductions," Carissa gestured with her hand.

Leah's breath caught in her throat. From across the table she could feel the heat of black onyx eyes on her face. She glanced at Sterling, smiled, and looked away. She couldn't believe Sterling was here. Leah noticed that she had lost more weight, her skin was sickly white, and she had large dark shadows under her eyes. Leah's heart dropped. She wasn't a doctor but she knew Sterling stood on Death's doorstep.

"These are my dear friends Leah Constantine and Valentine Kincade." Carissa walked behind Savannah who sat at the head of the table. "This is Dr. Savannah Jase, Brittan Maxwell, and of course Leah, you've already met Sterling Navarre."

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you," Leah said feeling Dr. Jase's intense gaze on her. The air seemed filled with tension. Leah avoided looking at Sterling, but asked, "What brings you to Minnesota?"

"It's like a real pleasure to meet you. Carissa has told me so much about you," Brittan squealed before Savannah could answer.

Leah figured Brittan, who looked like a carbon copy of Marilyn Monroe, wasn't more than twenty-years old. Her breasts were her most noted feature. Their enormous size was barely contained in the low-cut, clinging mini-dress she wore.

"Carissa tells me you're a gemologist," Savannah said trying to engage Leah in conversation. "With so many precious stones on the market, do you specialize in a certain gem?"

"I prefer working with sapphires but I also specialize in diamonds and emeralds." Leah unfolded her napkin and placed it on her lap. She noticed that Savannah had yet to address Valentine.

"You're wearing a beautiful sapphire ring. I've never seen such a fine piece." Savannah took a sip of her wine. "You must be very familiar with the Serpentine Sapphire then?"

Leah glanced at Sterling and saw the pale, thin woman stiffen, her eyes still fixed on Leah's ring. "I'm aware of its popular intrigue, yes."

"And?" Savannah prompted.

"And I've seen a lot of fakes," Leah smiled coyly, "but I've yet to see the real thing."

"So, you believe it exists?" Savannah raised her glass to her lips.

Leah picked up her wine glass to take a sip but stopped before she did. "Let's just say that I'd be a poor woman if I continually chased after legends." Out of the corner of her eye she caught Sterling's slight grin.

As the first course was being served, Carissa managed to fill the silence with her philosophy on gems. She summarized her remarks by saying, "I, for one, believe the Serpentine exists. From what I've heard, it's a powerful little gem."

"Dr. Jase —" Leah began trying to derail the conversation.

"Please call me Savannah."

"Savannah. Were you named after the city?"

"Yes, and born on a plantation just outside the city limits." Savannah looked at the group but avoided making eye contact with Valentine.

"What type of medicine do you practice?"

"Why, Leah, don't you know this is the famous Dr. Jase from the Jase Institute for research and cancer and other problems at Sandford College in California?" Brittan offered in awe.

"That's the Jase Cancer Research Center, darling," Carissa corrected, ignoring Brittan's error on Stanford University's proper name.

"Oh yeah," Brittan giggled again. "Savannah is Senator Zachary Michael Webster's wife's personal physician, the Georgia senator vying for the presidency in this year's election." Brittan bubbled with excitement.

Leah caught Valentine trying to squelch her building hysteria. Leah poked her under the table.

"Seems the natives are restless tonight," Savannah stared directly at Valentine. Friction filled the air.

Leah flinched at the remark, unaccustomed to such blatant hostility. Grateful for Carissa's ability to defuse the explosive dinner conversation, Leah found herself in the middle of health care reform and women's issues. When dinner finally came to an end, she saw Brittan get up from the table and walk over to Carissa.

"Carissa, honey, I've gotta run." She bent forward, exposing more of her cleavage.

"Leaving so soon?" Savannah peered at the fleshy mounds.

"Yup. I've got midterms tomorrow and I gotta go and study."

"What are you studying?" Leah asked.

"I'm pre-med," Brittan announced proudly.

Savannah put her napkin on the table. "Well, y'all just have to come and see me when you graduate and I'll see about an internship at the clinic." Savannah ran her tongue across the bottom of her upper lip.

"Really? You're not pulling my leg? Oh wow. This is too cool. I'll let you know when I'm free." Brittan bent over to kiss Carissa giving Savannah a full view of her buttocks. "Good night, everyone." She waved and skipped out of the room. Moments later a revving motorcycle could be heard. As Brittan roared off into the night, silence overcame the group.

"She's such a free spirit. The energy in that girl is phenomenal." Carissa laughed. The women stood and strode into the drawing room for dessert. While coffee was served, Carissa wrapped her arm around Savannah's waist and said, "Why don't you and I step out for a moment and enjoy our brandies while these three get to know each other better?"

"Sounds like an excellent idea," Savannah murmured as she was led out of the room.

From behind the bar, Carissa filled two brandy snifters. "Well, I think I out did myself with tonight's guest list."

Leah dropped her hands and walked across the room and looked out the windows. She tried to hold back the tears. Seconds passed by in silence.

"It looks as if we're too late. They're miles apart." Carissa whispered into Savannah's ear as they came around the corner.

Sensing the two at the door, Sterling looked away.

"My, I thought I needed to get up before the neighbors complained about the raucous behavior and noise. I guess it's the neighbors having all the fun." Carissa's attempt to make the atmosphere a little lighter fell flat.

Savannah laughed and walked over to Leah. "Leah, I have a favor to ask. I was hoping you'd agree to entertain Sterling while I'll be in Washington this coming week. She'll be staying here in Minneapolis and I want her to enjoy her time here. As you may have noticed, she's been rather ill these past few weeks. I'd like to know she's being looked after while I'm away."

Leah walked to Valentine's side. "We'll be happy to look in on Sterling while you're gone."

Savannah looked at Valentine and straightened her shoulders. "Fine," she said through her teeth.

"Well, I hate to bring this marvelous evening to a close but I need to catch an early flight to New York. I have a photo shoot with Senator Webster tomorrow afternoon." Valentine announced, grabbing Leah by the arm.

"Good night, Carissa, thank you for dinner. Sterling, we'll look forward to seeing you in the next few days." Leah caught Sterling's smile. "Good night, Dr. Jase."

"Good night, Leah. Oh, and Kincade, I do hope I have the opportunity to sit for you someday." Savannah said without looking at Valentine.

"Certainly," Valentine replied. "Some of my best photographs hang in the post office."

13

"Leah," Antonio's voice called from the showroom through the new intercom. "Detective Randall is here to see you. He said he'd only take a minute. Can you see him?"

"Sure, come on in." Leah shrugged, got up from her chair, and walked to the door. It was unlike Phillip Randall to just drop by unless he had a reason.

Antonio opened the door and ushered a tall, thin man and a petite blond woman into Leah's office.

"Good morning, Leah." Phillip shook Leah's hand. "I'm sorry to drop in without an appointment."

"Phil, it's always nice to see you, except when..." Leah's voice trailed off.

Phillip nodded. "I know. Leah, I'd like you to meet Officer Jessica Chaffee. She's from our FBI branch in Georgia. She's on loan while we work on your case."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Constantine. I've heard many nice things about you." Officer Chaffee said.

Leah smiled, her eyes taking in the young officer. The rainbow triangle on her lapel made Leah smile. It was nice to know that the FBI was being infiltrated by lesbians. "Officer Chaffee, have we met before?"

"I don't believe so."

"You look really familiar," Leah said.

Officer Chaffee smiled. "I can't tell you how many people say that to me. I must have the face of a thousand women."

Leah doubted that. Officer Chaffee had a very distinctive face. The blonde hair and deep brown eyes had a striking effect. "Actually, you look like a friend of a friend. She's a writer for Time magazine. Well, never mind. Please have a seat. Can I get either one of you some coffee or tea?"

"No, thanks, we just have a few questions," Phil replied.

"I've known you for so long, Phil, that someday I'll remember you're a no nonsense kind of guy." Leah smiled. Over the years, Phillip Randall had become a good friend. And, he was an excellent resource when the police department was needed. She sat down and rested her hands on the desktop. "Okay, so what information can I offer you?"

"How is the building's new security system doing?" Phillip took out a notebook, as did Officer Chaffee.

"So far so good. Everyone who works in the building wears these coded badges and we can't get into the building without our fingerprints being identified. We're giving daily urine tests and are frisked every morning." She watched Phillip write down her last comments. She glanced at Officer Chaffee, who was smiling at her.

His head shot up. "Leah, we never meant for you to have you frisked or run a urinalysis on you. We only suggested that you-"

Leah's laughter stopped him.

"I'm sorry, Phil. I couldn't resist."

The detective scratched his head and smiled. "I guess that's what I get for trying to be a no nonsense kind of guy. Okay, so will you be straight with me for just a few questions?"

Leah nodded, sharing a knowing smile with Officer Chaffee.

"When Nathaniel Grey son was here did he or his partner Harrison ever mention anything about an 'association' or group they belonged to?"

Leah thought for a moment trying to remember the night of the break-in. She shook her head. "No, why?"

"We've learned that they belonged to an association of some kind and that it's headquarters are based in Georgia somewhere," Officer Chaffee replied. "We want to find out who's master-minding this group. It's a sophisticated set-up and we're just beginning to glimpse some of its layers."

"Greyson and Harrison were on the perimeter," Phillip added.

"This association is probably into many things beside precious gems —like price fixing, political bribery, insurance fraud, and embezzlement. Even kidnapping, prostitution, and slavery." Officer Chaffee paged through her notes. "We've been able to crack some of these layers but obviously not all. We want to know who's in charge, but we feel this person is so insulated that it may take years to learn his or her identity."

"Sounds like a novel," Leah remembered the Sterling Navarre novel she had just completed the night before. The plot sounded a lot like what Phil and Officer Chaffee just described.

"Unfortunately, it's real life at its worse. We've found that the members of this group kill to get what they want or are killed to keep their mission a secret."

Leah winced at Phil's disclosure.

"Did Greyson say where he was taking you before you went down the stairwell?"

Leah closed her eyes, fighting the scene that threatened her peaceful demeanor. She turned her chair and glanced at the credenza. She remembered the framed photo of herself and Wesley before Greyson smashed it.

"You'll never see her again," Greyson had said.

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose. Did Greyson's comment mean Wesley wouldn't see Leah again because she was about to die, or was it Wesley who was in danger? Leah tapped her fingers nervously on the desk. Why hadn't she thought of this sooner? What had Wesley said that night on the phone? Memories swirled inside her head.

"No, Leah, it does exist and I have to have it," Wesley had pleaded.

Leah shook her head. With Greyson and Harrison both dead, was Wesley still in danger? The next thought froze Leah's heart. Was this mysterious group after Wesley for some reason?

"Leah, are you okay?" Phillip's voice broke through Leah's thoughts.

Leah turned and blinked. She had completely forgotten about Detective Randall and Officer Chaffee.

"My God! Phil, I may have overlooked something.. .something Greyson had said."

"What did he say?" Phil began to write furiously.

"My god, I think Wesley Tate is in danger," Leah's voice quivered.

Savannah sat back on the black leather couch in her hotel suite and unbuttoned her jacket and blouse. She slipped her shoes off and opened her portable computer setting it next to her. She motioned to Marcia, her assistant, to turn on the speaker phone.

"Dr. Jase, how are things at the Capitol?" Wesley asked. The connection between Washington, D.C. and Palo Alto, California was clear and Dr. Tate's call was right on time.

"Senator Webster will announce his medical advisor within a day or two." Savannah secretly knew that Senator Webster had already made his choice. The two had met earlier that day to discuss his wife's health as well as his own. Zachary Webster had presented his proposal to Savannah at that time, but, it would not be announced to the media until the next morning at a press conference.

"He couldn't appoint a more competent and renowned physician than yourself, Dr. Jase," Wesley replied.

"Thank you, Tate. Dr. Servais, are you there?" Savannah switched on her monitor and clicked on a file.

"Oui," Jacqueline Servais's voice was professionally impersonal.

Savannah smiled remembering Jacqueline's full lips and abundant curves. "I'd like you to fly to Minneapolis this week and meet with the president of the university. You'll have to attend two meetings and wine and dine the boys in my absence, since I'll be here in Washington for another few days." Savannah paused.

"Anything else?" Jacqueline asked.

"Yes." Silence filled the line. "Dr. Tate, I want you to give Sterling's chart to Dr. Servais before she leaves for Minneapolis."

"I've been checking with Ms. Navarre daily by phone. She seems to be doing well." Wesley said.

"Very good. Dr. Servais, I'd still like for you to check on Sterling while you're there, but be discreet —I don't want to worry her." Savannah tapped her pencil on her notebook. "Oh, and Dr. Servais?"

"Oui?"

"I want you to find out what type of activities Sterling has been doing. You know —taking walks, going to movies, sleeping with anyone, that sort of thing."

"I'm not a trained detective, Dr. Jase, but I'll do my best."

"Still there, Tate?" Savannah breathed heavily. She hadn't had sex in two days and it was getting to her.

"Yes, Dr. Jase?" The voice was tense with unexpressed emotion.

Savannah knew Wesley was upset over Dr. Servais's selection to step in for her in Minneapolis. Wesley had mentioned that she wanted to travel to Minnesota to see her mother.

"Do you have anything else for me, Tate?"

"Only that a rather inquisitive Time magazine reporter by the name of Laurel Hamilton is gathering information for an article on the clinic."

"So what's the problem?" Savannah signaled her assistant to pour her a drink.

"She got past the guards this morning and talked with a few of the patients before we were able to get rid of her."

"Did you meet with her to find out what type of article she's writing?"

"Yes, I met with her briefly last night after rounds."

"And?" Savannah took a sip of her whiskey. She closed her eyes as the liquid warmed its way down to her stomach. To Savannah, a good whiskey was better than sex — almost.

"I gave her the basic information we give to all reporters, but she wasn't satisfied."

Savannah held her biting response. "Tate, why isn't the communications department handling her?"

"She asked to speak with me directly," Wesley said after a slight pause.

"Now, why would she ask for you when we never give out the names of our physicians?"

"She's the friend of a friend of my former partner," Wesley replied too quickly.

"Wesley, you know I don't allow my physicians to give interviews unless there's someone in public relations with you," said Savannah, suspicious.

"I had a person there from PR," Wesley whispered.

"Good," Savannah took another drink, doubting Wesley's answer. "Let's convene again on Sunday at three o'clock. I'll have Marcia arrange the call. Dr. Servais, call her when you know where you'll be staying. Good night."

Savannah got up from the couch and refilled her glass. Marcia walked into the room.

"Marcia, call the head of security and put a watch on Dr. Tate," she swirled the whiskey around in her glass. "She may need some assistance."

Marcia nodded and left the room.

14

Finding a rare moment at home to relax, Leah sat alone on her deck looking at the woods. The trees were still green, but autumn's brush had begun to paint the tips of the oak leaves orange. The air was scented with the change in season. Autumn was Leah's favorite time of year. The long, hot days of summer often left her exhausted, so she found the short days of autumn refreshing. During their years in college, Leah and Valentine often went camping on weekends, taking in the warm days and cool nights around a blazing campfire.

Leah raised a glass of wine to her lips and sipped the Chardonnay. In this state of mind, she knew she'd be bombed by nine o'clock. She thought about calling Valentine, but remembered she was in New York. What she really wanted to do made her nervous.

Leah sighed, fighting the desire to get up and drive the short distance to where Sterling was staying. Because she had asked Leah to look in on Sterling, Savannah had called on Thursday and given Antonio the address. Her brother thought that it was weird that Savannah would give her lover's address to Leah, but then, he didn't understand women. Antonio had handed the address to Leah without saying a word. Leah smiled remembering her brother's expression. He so badly wanted to tell her to stay away—but didn't.

The sun was setting and Leah could see the trees swaying in the reflection on the highly polished table. She had not seen or talked to Sterling since the evening at Carissa's. The evening had ended so abruptly. And then there was Sterling's unfinished statement.

"There's nothing more, except-" Sterling had said, "I'm falling in love with - "

Leah's heart raced. "Stop it," she barked, stamping her foot on the floor. She paced the room. At the phone on the table, she stopped and looked it, shook her head, and began to pace again. She wanted to call, but each time she picked up the phone, she talked herself out of it. Secretly, she hoped Sterling would suddenly appear like she had before. A small rabbit limped into the yard and stared at Leah.

"Savannah did ask me to look in on Sterling and see how she's doing." Leah said to herself. "I'll just go over, check on her, and come home. An hour max — including driving time."

She paused long enough at the mirror to do a final inspection. Leah adjusted the bright yellow sweater she had tied around her neck, tucked in her white shirt, smoothed out her light blue jeans, and buffed her already immaculate docksiders on her pant legs. She grabbed her car keys and walked out the door. Seconds later she walked back in, remembering the piece of paper with the address and a bottle of Chardonnay.

As she stood at the front door of the large, impressive mansion on the other side of North Oaks, Leah took a deep breath. She rang the doorbell silently preparing her address to the maid. She reprimanded herself for not having called in advance. Perhaps Sterling was busy, or worse, not even at home. Leah's heart raced as the seconds ticked by. She knew she would be terribly disappointed if Sterling were not there.

From inside the house, Leah could hear the maid approaching the door. She looked down at the bottle of wine in her hands, her shyness surfacing.

"Leah," the low voice said, "hello."

Leah looked up, her cheeks flushed.

"Sterling, hi. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to see how you are," Leah said rapidly, adding, "_at Savannah's request."

"I hope that wasn't your only reason for stopping." Sterling smiled, holding the door open for her guest. "Please come in."

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"No, no, not at all."

A grand staircase, at the end of the foyer, rose to the second floor. It was an immense place with numerous rooms leading off the main hallway. Massive ornate Oriental rugs, floor to ceiling windows, chandeliers, marble fireplaces, and priceless works of art filled the rooms. Leah asked about the house as Sterling explained that the house also had both an indoor and outdoor pool, a ballroom, its own theater, twelve bedrooms with their own bathrooms, and a master suite split on two levels connected by a winding staircase. Leah loved the sleek, black marble Egyptian statues placed throughout the house. The polished oak floors and walls echoed their footsteps. The mansion was quiet and still.

Sterling led Leah to the back of the house.

They entered a corner room that overlooked the gardens. It had a large mauve, marble fireplace, a vaulted ceiling with wood beams, and thick plush carpeting. One wall consisted of several shelves filled to capacity with books.

Sterling leaned over the impressive mahogany desk and switched off the computer. She stood up and approached Leah.

"I am interrupting," Leah began to move toward the door. “I’m sorry.”

"Don't go." Sterling looked directly into Leah's eyes. "Actually, I was just sitting here thinking about you." Her smile went straight to Leah's heart. "Please stay."

Leah sat down on the leather couch.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh, here, I brought along a bottle of Chardonnay," Leah said softly, "but I don't know if you drink wine."

"It's my favorite. If you'll give me a moment, I'll go and get some glasses."

"May I join you?" Leah got up to follow Sterling before she could answer.

As they walked to the kitchen, Leah couldn't take her eyes off Sterling. Her body had responded quickly to the rest and relaxation. She had put on weight and her black hair glistened in the light. Her hips swayed seductively as she walked. Her broad shoulders blended into a small waist that flowed into legs that were long and shapely. Sterling seemed, somehow, more puzzling and more mysterious than Leah had ever noticed. She wore tight black jeans and a low cut, black shimmering silk blouse. As she moved, the light broke off in different pieces on her blouse. When Leah realized that Sterling was not wearing a bra, her cheeks flushed again. She found it difficult to swallow.

The kitchen was large enough to accommodate twelve staff members, however, the house seemed strangely vacant. Leah was surprised that Sterling was alone.

As if in answer to Leah's unspoken question, Sterling stated, "I gave the staff the night off. Sometimes I like to be alone knowing that I won't run into anyone unless I want to." Sterling again looked directly at Leah. Her fingers went to the chain that hung gracefully around her neck.

Catching a glimpse of the necklace, Leah was fascinated by the interesting pendant that hung on a simple white gold chain. She had never seen such fine work. Intrigued, Leah came closer and reached for the pendant. She stopped.

"May I?"

"Of course."

At different angles, the pendant seemed to take on various facets. Looking at it directly, Leah could see a full moon. But from the left and the right, she could only see the waxing and waning phases. The white gold metal had been etched so finely it radiated, but in the shadows the pendant seemed to be illuminated by its own source. It was warm to Leah's touch. Peering at the pendant, Leah noticed the rise and fall of Sterling's chest. Realizing how close she stood to Sterling, Leah gently set the pendant down against Sterling's skin and backed away, her hand trembling.

"It's absolutely breathtaking."

"Thank you. My parents gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday." Sterling picked up the tray with the wine glasses and walked out of the kitchen.

The two women left the kitchen and made their way to the study. Upon entering, Leah noticed a leather-bound collection of books on one of the shelves. Examining the collection, Leah realized they were the complete works of Sterling Navarre. Leah touched the books lightly.

"You have a way with words." Leah took one of the books and opened it. "I haven't read them all but I plan to. You're very good."

Sterling stood back admiring the picture Leah created. She was poised in front of the fireplace with the open book in her hands. The expression on her face was one of awe.

Leah looked up and saw Sterling watching her. "I don't know another writer who has so successfully described the pinnacles of joy and the horrifying effects of pain. It's obvious that you have known immense sorrow in your lifetime."

"I have," Sterling said to Leah, turning her back.

Worried that she had made Sterling sad, she said, "So when do I get my autographed eight by ten glossy?"

Sterling laughed. She turned and faced Leah. "I'm afraid I don't have any publicity photos to give you."

"But you're the hottest writer in the country. Why?"

"A jealous lover," Sterling simply stated watching as the lamp highlighted the cinnamon strands in Leah's brown hair. Her facial features were soft and enchanting, her gray eyes intense. "Let's sit down."

"Would it be too bold of me to ask about you and Savannah?" Leah took a sip of her wine. "I don't mean to pry."

"I know. It's all very confusing," Sterling tried to look away but before she could her eyes reflected sadness and pain.

"Sterling, if Savannah is so successful in her medical endeavors, why won't you let her do the surgery?"

"Because she's the one causing the pain."

Leah put her glass of wine on the table and stood. "How?"

"I don't know. I can't figure it out." Tears threatened to spill down Sterling's face.

It was so quiet Leah could hear the crickets in the garden.

The telephone rang.

"Excuse me, I have to get this," Sterling whispered as she wiped away the tears. "Hello."

Leah watched Sterling pick up the phone on the desk.

"Yes, yes, I've been taking the antibiotics. The pain and nosebleeds at night are lessening. I still haven't been able to eat much," she let her gaze rest on Leah, "but my appetite is quickly returning."

Leah blushed and looked at her hands. She was grateful to hear that the pain was lessening.

"Have all the blood tests come back?" Sterling asked. "And the nature of the cancer?" Her hand went to her forehead. "When will you know for sure?" The pause was deafening. "Yes, I'll wait for your call, thank you. Good night, Dr. Tate."

It took Leah only seconds to react to the name, but before she could speak, Sterling said, "I went to see Dr. Tate because I found out that she was your former partner and I wanted to meet her, and because she is a doctor. I thought maybe she could help me."

Leah walked to the fireplace while listening to Sterling. She shook her head.

"I had to meet the woman who broke your heart," Sterling offered.

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Because of the pinnacles of joy and the horrifying effects of pain." Sterling said quietly. "The night I first met you, there was so much pain in your eyes, yet the picture on your credenza caught you in a moment of absolute joy. Only love could cause that huge emotional divide."

"She meant the world to me." Leah shook her head.

Sterling's laugh was forced. "I know how you feel." Her eyes teared again. "Did she leave you for someone else?"

"No." Leah glanced up, sharply, her eyes alert. "She received an offer to do medical research in California. She left me to work at Jase."

"Jase Cancer Research Center?"

"Yes."

"That's impossible," Sterling's knees grew weak. "She's in private practice at a clinic in Santa Cruz. I saw her two weeks ago in her office. I've had daily phone conversations with her about the blood work she did." Sterling sat down. "Oh, my God, I've played right into Savannah's hands."

Leah quickly walked over to where Sterling was seated. "The night you asked me for the Serpentine Sapphire, I was on the phone with Wesley." Her eyes were wide. "She wanted the Serpentine Sapphire, too."

"What?"

"Within ten minutes, you both asked for the same gem." Leah sat down. "And you both know Savannah."

"Oh, Leah, I'm afraid that Savannah may be pressuring Wesley to get the Serpentine from you."

"Did you come to me about the Serpentine for her or for you?"

Sterling sat back in her chair looking stunned. "Me. I had no idea how far her connections reached. Leah listen," Sterling sat up, "Savannah is not the same woman I fell in love with. My father and I brought Mom to the Jase clinic because of its great reputation. When I met Savannah, I was infatuated with her charm, and the fact that she could cure my mother. She seemed so caring and gentle. I never dreamed she'd become the serpent she is today."

"What do you mean by that?" Leah asked.

"Leah, Savannah drastically changed when I got back from Mexico last November. All she would say is that she had dinner one night with a woman who told her that I knew who the Guardian of the Serpentine Sapphire was."

"What was the woman's name?" Leah braced herself against the chair.

"Raven Delaire."

The bottle of wine was empty.

"I went to a private school with Raven and two friends of mine, Ana Arianni and Devin St. Ives. Raven found this book of ancient, black magic and she wanted me to translate it for her —it was in Latin. I wouldn't do it.

"Your friends told me the story," Leah reminded Sterling.

"That's right, you met with them—I'm so glad." Sterling smiled. It was warm and loving. "How are they?"

"They're greatly concerned about you. Why haven't you kept in contact with them?"

"The phones are all tapped. All my letters are inspected before they go to the post office."

"You're a prisoner?"

Sterling nodded. "Even now, you can be assured that someone or something is watching my every move."

Leah shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Obviously, Raven found someone to translate the book of magic for her."

"She did." Sterling got up and walked over to the bookshelves. "As you already know, Raven trapped Ana and used one of the curses from the book. She changed it slightly so Erica was the curse's target. If Erica made love to anyone, they'd die within twelve hours."

"How?"

Sterling hung her head.  "You don't want to know." Her words came out slowly.

"No, but I need to know." Leah said, her voice unsteady.

"Her heart would be ripped out of her chest."

"Sorry I asked." Leah took a big sip of wine. Her hands shook. "That must have been quite the book." Leah stood and walked around the room absorbing the information. She stopped and looked at Sterling. "With all respect, Sterling, this sounds like one of your novels."

"I wish it were," Sterling stood and walked to her desk, "but it's not." She opened a drawer and withdrew several newspaper clippings. "Do you remember the murder of a young woman in California?"

Leah shook her head.

"It was in the late eighties and women's groups around the country were enraged because the police department was unable to solve the case?"

"It's starting to sound familiar." Leah took the clippings and read them. One article described the unsolved murder. The next clipping was on the foundation Erica Kirsten-Laird created in response to the senseless murder, and her own guilt, Leah surmised. "You know, I've heard of the Patricia Locksley Foundation, but I can't remember why."

"Its purpose is to help battered and abused women. It gets a lot of press each year around the time of the annual fundraising dinner."

Leah handed the clippings back to Sterling.

"Last year, Savannah was the chair of the event."

"Savannah? That seems unlikely. Why her?"

"Patricia Locksley was a physician at Jase. She worked for Savannah."

Leah drained the last drops from the wine bottle into her glass. She wanted to feel numb.

"So, tell me how Savannah and Raven connected."

"Let me get another bottle of wine," Sterling said as she walked toward the door. "Things get even more bizarre at this point."

"I only have a few details, but the rest wasn't hard to figure out." Sterling uncorked the bottle of wine and refilled Leah's glass and her own. "When I came back from Mexico last November, Savannah seemed elated to see me. She took me to places we haven't been to since we started seeing one another. And she bought me jewelry — all kinds, precious stones, diamonds, emeralds, platinum necklaces and earrings, I couldn't believe it. Then she started talking about the Serpentine Sapphire. When I asked her why she suddenly was interested in the Serpentine, she mentioned she had had dinner while I was gone with a woman who knew a lot about the stone.

I didn't think much of her interest until all of our conversations started to focus specifically on the Serpentine. When I asked her for the name of the woman who got her so interested in the Serpentine, Savannah said she couldn't remember."

"Raven?" Leah asked.

Sterling nodded. "And then the attacks started. At first, they were just minor nosebleeds. Then they became more intense. The pain finally drove me to ask Savannah to take a look." Sterling winced. "I've never experienced pain like this. Savannah took me into the clinic and ran some tests, and then ran some more tests. Finally, she told me I had cancer in my spine."

"And you're trying to see if Wesley comes up with the same diagnosis as Savannah?" Leah's eyebrows raised.

"Yes, but now I know why she won't commit. Savannah has probably told her to stall for as long as possible."

"By why?" Leah looked directly into the black onyx eyes.

"Because Savannah wants to keep me alive so I tell her who the Guardian is."

"I'll get back to that, but do you know what's causing the attacks?" Leah ran her fingers through her cinnamon spice, brown curls.

"I don't know what's causing them," Sterling stood in front of Leah. "But I do know who is."

"Savannah?"

"Savannah."

"I only have the attacks when I'm away from Savannah."

"So, that only means she's not giving you poisonous injections. Is she poisoning your food? Or is she having your staff poison you?"

"No, I buy and prepare my own food."

Leah closed her eyes and sat very still. "Has Savannah ever performed surgery on you?"

"No, why?" Sterling asked, surprised by the question.

"I just thought that maybe if you had had surgery, she could have done something then."

"I did have surgery, but Savannah didn't perform it."

"What for?" Leah opened her eyes wide.

"Savannah and I went to Vail to ski several winters ago. I was skiing down the mountain when a skier suddenly appeared in my path. I tried to stop but ended up going over a small cliff. When I came to, I had had surgery to fuse together two of my vertebrae in my neck. But the surgery was done in Colorado and Savannah brought in a specialist."

"Savannah brought in a specialist?" Leah asked, her eyes wide. "What kind of specialist?"

"A neck specialist, I assume." Sterling looked at her hands. They were shaking. "I was in traction for four weeks while they healed."

"When your attacks occur, where does the pain start?"

"Right here, in my upper back," Sterling said as she pointed behind her.

"Can you get Wesley to tell you if it's the same area where you had surgery?"

"I'll ask her when I talk to her tomorrow."

"She calls you everyday?" Leah looked away.

"She works for Savannah, remember? It's just another way Savannah can keep track of me."

"Hmm," Leah paused, "I still think you should ask Wesley. I can't imagine she's doing Savannah's dirty work."

"Leah, Wesley and Savannah have been having an affair for the last six months."

Leah's wine glass slipped out of her hand and smashed in several pieces on the table. Wine spilled over the surface. She quickly tried to minimize the mess, but her finger caught on a shard and pierced her finger. Blood appeared along with the pain.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, I made a mess — "

Sterling made Leah sit on a chair holding a tissue to her finger while she went to the kitchen to get a washcloth. When she came back, she found Leah laughing.

"What's so funny?" She asked while she carefully threw the glass pieces into a wastepaper basket and wiped the surface clean. "I'm sorry I upset you."

Leah wiped her eyes with her sweater sleeve. "I'm not upset."

"You aren't?"

"No," Leah said, her voice turning serious. "I needed to know that. I needed to know that Wesley wasn't coming back to me." She looked at Sterling, "I guess I'm finally free of that illusion."

"I'm sorry," Sterling offered.

"Don't be, it's exactly what the doctor ordered." Leah smiled.

"Okay, so let me get this straight," Leah was pacing. "Raven told Savannah that you know who the Guardian is; Savannah wants the Serpentine; and Savannah somehow is using the attacks to get you to reveal the Guardian's identity."

"Exactly."

"Let's say you find out the Guardian's identity and you tell her, then what happens?" Leah looked out the window to the dark garden beyond the glass.

"She'll destroy me," came the stark response.

The room grew quiet. The steady ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall was all that could be heard.

"But how can she do that? She's a doctor, and your lover. She must love you," Leah said without turning around.

"Love?" Sterling laughed. "Like I said, the Savannah I knew is gone and in her place is a woman who lusts only after wealth, power, and revenge. I'm beginning to think that all I'll ever know is the pain of betrayal and death—just like Raven said."

"Do you really believe that?" Leah turned around, her eyes revealing her disbelief.

"It's all I've come to know..." Sterling threw her glass into the fireplace. The wine ignited the dry logs.

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose. She then walked to the fireplace, got on one knee, looked at the fire, waved her hand above the flames, felt the heat, took her hand away, paused again and stood. She walked back to where she had put down her glass of wine, raised it to her eyes, swirled the liquid around, smelled the fragrance, tipped the glass to her lips, drained the contents, and threw her glass into the fire. She walked to where Sterling was standing and stood directly in front of her. Leah raised her head until she could look directly into Sterling's eyes.

In a very low, steady voice, Sterling whispered, "It's all I've come to know...until now."

The kiss was unexpected.

Leah's mind spun wildly as she frantically searched for something to hang on to. Sterling's body was all that was there. She surrendered into Sterling's arms —their lips never parting. The desire to reach farther into each other's bodies was strong, but the gentle assurance of the kiss was enough for now. They broke apart.

Leah was the first to find her voice. "How do you do that?"

Sterling looked at Leah confused. "Well, let's see, I put my lips together at first and then — "

Leah giggled, "Not the kiss, I mean lighting the fire with wine. How do you do it?"

Sterling went over to the fireplace and kneeled down. She clapped her hands together and the fire went out. She clapped again and the fire started. "It's sound activated," she said shrugging her shoulders. She stood and faced Leah. "No magic, just modern technology," she said, grinning so that the edges of her canine teeth were visible.

It was a beautiful, dangerous smile.

"Okay, so explain how you can suddenly appear and disappear, become a black cat, and heal cuts?" Leah held her breath. Before her stood the most stunning, mystical woman she had ever met. She raised her finger to eye level. The place where the glass shard had cut her finger was completely healed.

"Magic." Sterling whispered, turning her head slowly toward Leah. Her movements were smooth and sensuously fluid.

Their next kiss continued past midnight.

"Please stay."

The words were spoken so quietly, Leah had to lean in closer to hear them. "I have to go. I need to find the Guardian."

Sterling smiled but her body hungered for more attention. "When I was a little girl, my mother told me my 'Guardian' would appear at the right time."

"So when's the right time?"

"I think now would be great," Sterling replied smiling.

Leah stopped her fidgeting to stare. She wanted to remember this moment forever.

Finally, Sterling stood and walked Leah to the front door.

The movement just outside the door and behind the bushes went unnoticed, and like a sudden breeze, it was gone before Leah and Sterling kissed goodnight.

15

Savannah barely made it back to her hotel suite before her scheduled three o'clock conference call with Wesley and Jacqueline. As she handed her briefcase to Marcia, Savannah realized she hadn't missed Wesley at all. Savannah smiled to herself, knowing that Jacqueline Servais was her next conquest.

Savannah felt as though she was on top of the world. The Jase Cancer Research Center was growing and expanding. And the media was thrilled to crown her as the "medical genius of the decade." Her appointment as Senator Webster's personal physician appeared in all the papers that morning, and some people even thought she had a chance to become the next Surgeon General. With Senator Webster's popularity among the American public growing, Savannah was well on her way to the White House.

The ringing of the telephone brought Savannah back to the present.

"Drs. Tate and Servais, I have only a few minutes before my next appointment, so please make your reports brief. Dr. Servais, please begin."

Jacqueline, in her business-like manner, updated Savannah on the events in Minnesota. From her sources, Jacqueline had learned that the public was ecstatic to have the Jase Cancer Research Clinic expansion in their state. The University of Minnesota was seriously considering a joint venture much like Stanford's relationship with the clinic. The groundbreaking ceremony for the construction of the clinic was scheduled for the first of November.

"Excellent work, Jacqueline." Savannah purred.

Wesley rolled her eyes.

"And let me congratulate you on today's news, Dr. Jase. You are very deserving of the appointment."

"Thank you, Jacqueline." Almost as an afterthought, Savannah asked, "And Sterling? How is she?"

"Her health is improving and the infection is under control."

"Good. What about her activities? Is she getting out? Seeing someone?" Savannah knew Fate was on her side. She would soon learn the secret Sterling possessed.

"A Leah Constantine stopped by briefly last night — " Jacqueline continued, "Ms. Constantine was there for a short time before she departed. The two seemed to be rather annoyed with one another." Jacqueline remembered the tender embrace. "They were discussing something called the 'Serpentine' and that brought the evening to an abrupt end."

Wesley took another drink from the flask on her desk. She couldn't believe that Leah Constantine was involved in this mess. She had called Leah about the Serpentine because of Savannah's interest in the gem, but as time elapsed, Wesley realized that Savannah's interest in the gem had gone from innocent to deadly. She knew she needed to warn Leah —and soon.

"All right, that's good enough. Thank you, Jacqueline."

Wesley and Savannah heard the line click.

"Dr. Tate, how are things at headquarters?"

"Let me add my congratulations to you, Dr. Jase. You must be thrilled." Wesley began giving Savannah her report but she could tell Savannah was distracted. She concluded her report with an update on Laurel Hamilton's activities. "She's looking for a story and I think she's determined to expose us."

"Get rid of her, Tate." The coldness in Savannah's voice unnerved Wesley.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Tate, I said get rid of her."

"How?"

"An overdose in her hotel room would suffice."

"But I can't —that's murder, "Wesley mumbled.

"You will." Savannah demanded. "Tate, our work is too valuable and we've accomplished so much in the name of science. Do you want this reporter to destroy all that?" Savannah's tone was patronizing.

"No, no I'll do it."

"Good," Savannah paused, "Wesley, I know this is difficult, but needed. This Hamilton character could destroy everything."

"I'll see to it, Dr. Jase. Good-bye."

Savannah hung up the receiver. It was apparent that Wesley could not handle the pressure. Savannah had incorrectly judged Wesley and her capabilities. Deciding to take things into her own hands, Savannah picked up the phone and placed a long distance call to Savannah, Georgia.

"Hullo." The voice was rough and hoarse.

"A reporter by the name of Laurel Hamilton has been infected by a serious virus. She needs her prescription filled immediately. Can you get it to her?"

"Yes, ma'am." The voice snapped to attention, recognizing the caller.

"Good. And let's not make this a mess like Grey son and Harrison. We don't need the publicity."

"No, ma'am. I'll see to it personally."

Satisfied, Savannah hung up the phone.

The sudden ringing of the telephone made Leah jump. She looked at it with hesitation knowing that late night calls were always a sign of bad news.

"Hello."

"Oh, Leah, thank God you're still there!" Wesley's voice was strained and slurred.

"Wesley, what's wrong?" Leah shoveled the papers to one side of her desk.

"Oh, Leah," Wesley began to sob, "Leah, I want to come back."

"What happened?" Leah had never heard such defeat in Wesley's voice. She had always been so self-assured and confident.

"I gotta get out of here...I misssss you."

"Wesley, you're drunk."

Wesley never drank when they had been together. Leah wondered when it had begun. Wesley had always been so adamant about the addictive qualities of alcohol and drugs. She had seen so many deaths due to heavy drinking and overdoses that Leah had always thought Wesley would never touch the stuff.

"No, Leah," Wesley paused, "I'm not drunk. I'm scared."

"What are you scared of?" Leah had no idea how to handle Wesley in this condition.

"You, me—Sterling Navarre." Her words hung heavily in the air.

"Leah, I love you. For your safety, go into hiding for awhile and don't get mixed up with Sterling, please?"

"Wesley, you gave up your right to discuss who my friends are when you left me."

"Oh, Leah, let me make it up to you, I promise. I'm sorry I ever came to California. I won't leave you again. Give me another chance, Leah, please I'm begging you." Wesley lost all control of her dignity as the effects of the alcohol took over her reasoning. All she knew was that she had to get away from Savannah, She couldn't kill Laurel Hamilton.

"I'm sorry, Wes, I can't."

"Leah, I need to get away from here and I want to come home. Can I at least stay with you while I start over in Minneapolis?"

Leah wavered. She hated to see Wesley so miserable. "Wes, I can't help you. You need to get yourself some help."

"Leah, okay, I've been drinking but I'm not a drunk. Please don't treat me like one."

"Wesley, you are drunk."

"Listen, I didn't call to get a lecture on my drinking habits. It's obvious that you don't want me around."

"Wes, that's not true," Leah tried to reason with Wesley, "And please don't put words in my mouth."

"Leah," Wesley cried, "Oh, Leah, I'm so scared and so sorry for what I did to you. I can't undo what I've done. Please forgive me?"

"Oh, Wes," Leah began to cry.

"I'm so sorry," Wesley's voice seemed a million miles away. "Good-bye, Leah."

The phone went dead before Leah could say anything more. Sadly, she picked up her briefcase and went down the elevator to her car. She sat behind the steering wheel, unable to start the car. Her hands shook as she tried to turn the key. Finally giving up, Leah placed her head on the wheel and sobbed.

16

The next morning Wesley could hardly get out of bed. The hangover and headache were fierce and the shaking of her hands almost impossible to control. Savannah was due back later in the day and Wesley was nervous. She jumped when the phone rang.

"Hello, this is Dr. Tate."

"Dr. Tate, oh thank God I caught you," the voice was out of breath and barely audible.

Not recognizing the caller, Wesley asked, "Who is this?"

"Dr. Tate, it's Sterling Navarre."

"Ms. Navarre, you sound terrible, what's going on?" Wesley pulled Sterling's file from the stack on her desk.

"The attacks have started again and they're horrible."

"How many have you had and what's the duration of each attack," Wesley asked, knowing that Savannah had promised not to give Sterling anymore soundwave thrusts.

"In the last three days, I've had four attacks. They last anywhere from fifteen minutes to a half hour."

"At specifically the same time or different?"

"Different."

Wesley knew the device was in its final stage of disintegration, and was probably misfiring on its own. Surgery was the only answer.

"Ms. Navarre, I'm going to have you meet with a specialist.

Her name is Dr. Jacqueline Servais. I'll have her contact you immediately. You need medical attention right away.

"Dr. Tate," Sterling's breathing was heavy, "I know you work for Savannah Jase."

Wesley sat down at her desk. "Yes."

"Do I really have cancer?" The sound of her voice was that of a pained, trapped woman looking for the truth.

Wesley hung her head. "No, Ms. Navarre. But you do need surgery. Dr. Servais knows your case and I believe will do what's right for you."

"Is she sleeping with Savannah?"

"No," Wesley forced a laugh. "She's a good doctor."

"But if she works for Savannah how can she — "

Wesley looked around to see if her door was shut tight. "You've got to trust me, Ms. Navarre. There are some really dedicated physicians on staff. I know what Savannah wants from you but you must not give in. She's hurt you too much all ready. You must see Dr. Servais. Your life is at risk."

"Thank you," Sterling's voice was weak. "Be careful, Dr. Tate."

"I will, Ms. Navarre, goodbye."

Savannah paced frantically back and forth in her office. In her hands she held the most recent patient summary. Things had not gone well at the clinic while she was in Washington. In her absence, five deaths occurred due to malfunctions in the soundwave pain devices (SPD). She knew that if the death rate continued to rise, the Board of Hospital and Clinic Administration would be alerted, and the result would be a full-scale investigation. The SPD was a phenomenal breakthrough in arresting the growth of cancer cells. Its effectiveness was outdone by giving Savannah the ability to use the device to get more money from wealthy patients.

She wiped the perspiration off her brow and tried to relax. The clinic had never experienced this type of setback in its 20-year history. The thought of an investigation made Savannah's head throb. Her chance of finally making it into the White House was too close and she was determined to get there, no matter the cost.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that all of the devices installed between 1991 and 1992 were faulty and had to be replaced. The statisticians in the research department estimated that the recall would affect no more than fifty patients. Savannah knew it would be a relatively smooth process to surgically remove the defective devices and install new ones. She also knew that she would have to absorb the entire cost. Savannah picked her calculator up off the desk and roughly estimated the amount it would cost to do the entire procedure for all fifty patients. As the number five million appeared on the screen, Savannah grimaced. She then estimated how long it would take to recover her losses. Overall, it would take less than two weeks. She'd start the recall immediately. Still pacing, Savannah surveyed the list of patients affected.

"Damn!" She whipped the report down on the top of her desk. The name "Sterling Navarre" appeared midway through the list. "How the hell am I going to get her into surgery?"

She walked over to her credenza and poured herself a whiskey. Sterling's device was unstable and could kill her with one prolonged thrust. If Savannah could get Sterling into surgery, she could put in a new model, giving her more time to find the Serpentine.

"Christ, I've got to learn who the Guardian is before she dies. Damn you, Sterling!"

Leah sat at the breakfast table, enjoying a cup of coffee before she ventured into the office. With a pen in her hand, she made notes on a pad of paper next to her plate. She was too absorbed in her thoughts to hear the doorbell. Leah glanced up, surprised to see a very haggard looking Valentine in the doorway. Her hair was uncombed and it looked as if she had dressed in a hurry.

"Valentine, are you okay? You look terrible." Leah got up and offered Valentine a chair. She refused the chair but poured herself some coffee. Her hands shook so badly that she spilled the cup of hot liquid all over the counter.

"Here, let me help you." Leah poured another cup for Valentine and set it down on the table. "What's wrong?"

"Leah!" Valentine cried. Her words were muffled through the sobs that racked through her body. "Leah, she's...she's...dead."

Leah's mind raced. She had no idea who Valentine was talking about. "Who, sweetheart?"

"It's...it's Laurel...she's dead." A new wave of sobs shook Valentine's frame.

"Oh my god, Val! How?"

"The police say she died of an overdose in her hotel room last night." The look on Valentine's face was one of disbelief.

"She was never into drugs," Leah said.

"God, Leah, we both know she loathed the drug scene. There's no way she could have died from an overdose."

"Wasn't she doing a story on the Jase Clinic?"

"Yeah. She asked me to join her but I didn't feel good about the project so I said no." Her head drooped as she covered her face with her hands. "I should've gone, Leah, maybe I could have prevented this from happening."

"Sweetheart, don't guilt yourself. You didn't know this was going to happen."

Valentine clung to Leah.

"Tell me what happened," Leah coaxed.

"When the maid came in to clean Laurel's room, she found Laurel on the floor. The police said that the amount of cocaine Laurel had injected had caused immediate cardiac arrest. They also found a blood-stained syringe next to her body. Since there were no fingerprints on it other than Laurel's, they ruled out murder.

"So, they ruled it an overdose?"

Valentine nodded and blew her nose into a tissue. "I can't believe this."

Leah's mind raced. It was apparent that Savannah had no respect for human life. Sterling and Wesley were both in extreme danger.

"Laurel called me two nights ago and said she had uncovered some interesting information. She said it could possibly turn into the biggest story of her life. I asked her what was going on and she said she'd share it with me when she got in this evening." More tears appeared. Valentine shook her head in anger. "It's that Jase woman. She's a fraud and Laurel found out. I just know she had something to do with this." Leah pulled her grieving friend to her chest. "Oh, God."

After she drove Valentine home and got her settled, Leah turned her car around and headed home to North Oaks. She really wanted to see Sterling, but was feeling both desire and apprehensive. The short drive would take only a few minutes, she surmised, and whether it was lust or love that turned the wheel, she didn't care.

When she arrived, Leah jumped out of her car and rushed to Sterling's front door. She anxiously rang the doorbell. Five seconds passed before she rang it again. She could hear hurried steps approaching the door.

"Sterling — " Leah cried out as the door opened.

The housekeeper looked at Leah surprised by the outburst. "May I help you?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm Leah Constantine and I need to see Sterling Navarre right away," the words fell out of her mouth.

"I'm afraid you can't," the housekeeper said, "she's with another guest at the moment."

Leah took a step back. She needed to see Sterling to tell her about Laurel Hamilton. She wouldn't know Laurel, but Sterling needed to know that Savannah was somehow involved with her death. Leah sat down on the steps. "I'll wait."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Constantine, but it may be a while. Ms. Navarre is with a doctor."

"A doctor?" Leah whipped around and stood up. "What happened?"

The housekeeper saw the concern in Leah's eyes and wavered. She opened the door wider to let Leah in. "She's upstairs, but I'll have you wait in the library until the doctor is done."

"Would you please let Sterling know that I'm here?" Leah pleaded.

"Yes." The door of the library closed softly.

Leah paced back and forth from the bookshelves on one side of the room to the huge mahogany desk on the other. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to fathom what had happened to Sterling. The wait was agony. When the door finally opened Leah rushed to the opening. She stopped abruptly, looking into the face of a woman who could have been Sterling's twin sister. Leah's mind raced but came up with no information about a sibling.

"Leah," the voice had a definite French accent, "I'm Sterling's physician. Sterling needs surgery immediately."

"Why? What? I don't understand, I thought she was doing so well," Leah rambled.

"For the moment she is resting." Dr. Servais gestured to the chairs. "Why don't we sit down and I can tell you what happened."

"I'll stand, thanks," she crisply replied, still taken aback by the woman's likeness to Sterling.

Dr. Servais nodded her head. "Ms. Navarre as you know has been very ill. The last several days she's been experiencing more attacks."

"But I just saw her yesterday," Leah said shocked. "She didn't say she was feeling ill."

"She must have kept that information from you," Dr. Servais said. "It's understandable that she didn't want you to worry."

"I am worried, Doctor, and I seem to be the only one who is." Leah's eyes pierced the doctor's face. "Do you work at the Jase Clinic in California?"

"Oui, but I don't know what that has to do with Ms. Navarre's condition."

"Plenty, Doctor, it has everything to do with Sterling."

"You seem pretty distraught, you are Ms. Navarre's amour?"

"Oh, please, doctor, for all I know you're her amour," Leah bit back. "Certainly Dr. Jase isn't."

Dr. Servais, eyebrow arched, sat back and looked at Leah for a long time. When her eyes landed on the sapphire ring on Leah's left hand, her eyes widened. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a business card. "You will need this to reach me."

Leah snatched the card out of the doctor's hand and looked at it. She looked up at Jacqueline but her eyes flew back to the business card. The last name struck her in the stomach. "Are you familiar with the book Sapphires?"

"Oui, I am the author's only living relative.

Leah whispered. "You're the Guardian?"

"I am a friend." Jacqueline said. She stood up. "I will look in on Ms. Navarre tomorrow. Good evening, Ms. Constantine."

The light was very low in Sterling's bedroom. Leah quietly walked in and stood next to the bed watching Sterling sleep. The bruises on her face were dreadful, and her breathing was labored. Leah bent down and placed a light kiss on Sterling's forehead.

"Leah?" Sterling whispered.

"I'm right here," Leah replied softly.

"I'm...I'm so tired..."

"I know, you need to rest." Leah carefully stretched her body next to Sterling's and held her. "It's okay, go back to sleep, Sterling —I know who has the Serpentine."

17

"Thanks so much for agreeing to see me," Leah said as she rushed into Tayler Windquest's office.

"Come in," Tayler came around her desk and pointed to the sitting area in the large office. "I'm glad you're here. We've been wondering what's happening to Sterling."

Tayler's eyes were so blue and captivating, Leah was reminded of the same intensity she found in Sterling's black onyx eyes. "I'm not sure why I'm here."

"But you have questions that you can't ask anyone else?" Tayler's voice was soft and reassuring.

Leah nodded.

"And you're unsure about Sterling."

The statement made Leah cringe. She closed her eyes and raised her shoulders, letting them down slowly. "It's so...I'm not sure I — " Leah shook her head. "I'm lost."

"You're lost with her and you're lost without her," Tayler smiled, "is that it?"

"Yes," Leah nodded again.

"Leah, I want to tell you something very important." Tayler leaned forward. "There were times last year when I felt exactly like you do now. There was so much stuff I didn't understand — all that stuff about the curse and Raven. I had no frame of reference to equate what I felt. Yet, there was this feeling deep down inside me that wouldn't or couldn't let me forget Erica. Sure, I could have walked away, but my life would have been so empty without her." Tayler paused, "I thought sorcery or special powers could free her, and us, from Raven's wrath. But when all was said and done it wasn't the tricks I learned that saved us, it was the power of love."

"Love?" Leah shook her head not understanding.

"It's so simple, only you can't see it." Tayler gave Leah's hand a squeeze. "You've fallen in love with a woman who has a past that spans several centuries. She has special skills that frighten you. And she has a presence you can't ignore."

"I never thought of it that way," Leah breathed. "Tell me about Sterling's special skills."

"You mean like appearing and disappearing without notice. Like being able to transform herself into a black cat. You mean that stuff?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

Tayler laughed. "100% deception. Some may call it magic, but Sterling is a master at bending what we know as fact and making it look like magic. Do you read her books?"

"I'm just finishing the first one." Leah pinched the bridge of her nose. "She's a wonderful story teller."

"Why do you think so?"

"She makes me believe things can happen, even though, in my mind, I say no way—that can't happen."

"And your training in gemology will only allow you to believe in what you can see with your eyes and create with your hands?"

"Exactly." Leah stood and paced back and forth. "There are many fakes out there."

"Yes," Tayler looked directly into Leah's eyes. "But there is only one Sterling Navarre."

Leah stopped pacing. Her shoulders drooped. "One very lovely Sterling Navarre."

"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Tayler smiled again.

Leah broke away from Tayler's gaze and looked out the window. "Yes."

Tayler walked over to Leah and gave her a warm hug.

"But I don't have the skills to save her. I'm a gemologist not a surgeon. I know my limitations."

"Do you?" Tayler asked.

"Well," Leah's face took on a deep red hue, "well, I can't suddenly appear and I certainly can't turn myself into a black cat."

"Have you ever tried?" Tayler challenged.

"I've never had a reason to."

"But that's it, Leah, don't you see? When the time comes and you have to act, and act fast, you will be amazed at the skills you'll use that you didn't know you possessed." Tayler looked at Leah, her eyes blazing with fire. "Raven knows what love can do, and she knows she can't undo what the heart has created. She's powerless. In this instance, Savannah only knows what the Serpentine can bring her. And she thinks it's more important than love, but it's not. If you truly, with your whole heart and soul, love Sterling, she will survive this part of the curse."

"But how do I know if she's deceiving me with her words of love?" Leah looked away. "You said yourself she's a master of deception."

"Do you feel she's deceiving you?" Tayler asked.

Tears slid down Leah's cheeks. She shook her head.

"Then, Leah, my advice is for you to help Sterling find a way out of this mess. Your love for her and her love for you are the only things Savannah can't destroy."

The room became quiet.

"I know who the Guardian is."

"What?" Tayler turned and looked at Leah, her blue eyes wide. "Oh, thank God! I knew she'd appear."

"Tell me something, Tayler. I know who the Guardian is now, but why was Sterling the only one to know who the Guardian was?"

"In Raven's book of black magic, every curse has a provision to allow the victim to defeat it. Last year Raven gave us lyrics to guide us through the maze of the curse. Sterling was given the Guardian."

"I don't understand the Guardian's role. She's got the Serpentine, but what good is that?"

"The Guardian is the only one who can handle the Serpentine without succumbing to its powers. If she gave it to you or Sterling, the power it has would overcome you and make you both instruments of evil."

"And that's exactly why Savannah wants it." Tayler nodded.

Leah was on her way to take Sterling to the airport when Antonio came up to her in the office.

"Did you hear?"

"Did I hear what?" Leah asked, picking up her purse.

"Senator Webster's running mate, David Archer, has decided not to run with Webster." Antonio's gray eyes watched for Leah's reaction.

She stopped in her tracks. "Why?"

"He got caught in a public restroom with a minor," Antonio smirked.

"Ouch, bad press for the Senator, especially since his party doesn't condone homosexuality."

"Yeah, but, the minor was a 16-year-old girl."

Leah shook her head. "So who's taking his place?"

"Webster's undecided. He said he'll make his decision soon."

"Well, he'd better hurry. He doesn't have a lot of time before the next election—or should I say erection." Leah laughed.

"You are so bad, girl, I should wash your mouth out with soap."

"Oh, you're just mad you didn't think of it first." Leah said as she went out the door.

As they walked to Gate 54 on the "C" Concourse, Sterling and Leah tried to smile as they walked, but there were no words to ease the inevitable separation.

Sterling approached the counter and made final arrangements for her return flight to California. Savannah had called the night before and instructed Sterling to take the next available flight back to San Francisco, bringing to an end all of the plans she and Leah had made.

"Your flight is right on schedule and we'll be boarding in just minutes." The man looked into Sterling's sad eyes and wished he knew of some way to make her smile.

Sterling returned to where Leah was standing. The two women faced one another, trying to find the words that would relieve them of this dreadful task. There was so much to say, so much to do, and so much apprehension and fear.

"Is there any way I can contact you to see how you are?" Leah finally broke the silence and spoke the question her heart was afraid to ask.

"With the phones tapped and the mail scrutinized it's pretty difficult." Sterling looked helpless. "I'll call you if I can find a way. I promise." She took Leah's hand and squeezed it.

"Sterling, you know Savannah had something to do with Laurel Hamilton's death. I'm so worried to send you back there."

"Savannah won't touch me as long as I don't give her the Serpentine or identify the Guardian." Sterling gazed into Leah's dark gray eyes and found a love there she had never known. She didn't want to leave the safety of Leah's arms but she had to destroy Savannah before Savannah got the chance to destroy her. It was mid-October and the autumn season was past being picturesque in Minnesota. Still, Sterling wanted to stay, take long walks in the woods, smell the fragrances of drying grass and leaves, and hear the sounds of the geese flying south for the winter. But most of all, she wanted to spend long afternoons making love to Leah.

"First class passengers and passengers with children may now board."

The voice over the address system cut through Sterling's thoughts. Her heart sank and tears came to her eyes.

"I'll miss...you." The words caught in Leah's throat. Her heart beat so loudly that she was certain the people at the gate could hear.

"Oh, Leah...I — " the two women embraced as their tears mixed. Sterling tried to separate but could neither find the strength nor the courage. She breathed deeply to preserve the memory of Leah's perfume and the warmth of her body. Sterling wanted so much more as she kissed Leah quickly on the lips and ripped herself from Leah's arms. Silently crying and slowly backing up, Sterling whispered, "I love you, Leah."

"And I love you."

Sterling's smile was radiant. "Thank you," she mouthed. She turned at the last point and waved a final goodbye. The tears on her face nearly broke Leah's heart.

Leah stood and watched the plane move away from the terminal. As it taxied down the runway, she felt a strong urge to chase after it. The wheels began to pick up speed and the plane gracefully left the concrete, its wings shining in the sunlight. The wheels neatly tucked themselves into the metal belly. Leah's heart beat furiously and she wanted to scream at the plane to make it turn around and come back. Consumed with thoughts of the unknown, Leah walked through the airport, hearing and seeing nothing.

The tears streamed down her face as she drove down the freeway. She tried to think about the brief times they had together, but each time she did, a new splash of tears flooded her eyes. Leah drove through a red light without noticing the error. She turned on the wrong street in a haze and finally pulled into her garage. Stumbling into the house, she went to her bedroom and closed the door. She flung herself on the bed and sobbed.

"She's gone. Oh, God, she's gone."

Three hundred guests arrived at the Jase estate to celebrate the announcement that Savannah would become a member of Republican presidential candidate Senator Zachary Michael Webster's staff. Red, white, and blue canopy tents dotted the plush grounds as guests were treated to a spectacular buffet. An orchestra played as couples danced and enjoyed the late October evening.

Savannah and Senator Webster formed a receiving line as they greeted the arriving guests. Savannah was dressed in an elegant black dress. Her diamond necklace and earrings sparkled in the soft lights as she talked and laughed with politicians, celebrities, and millionaires. But guests couldn't help but notice the pale woman standing slightly behind Savannah. Sterling's presence caused heads to turn as whispered comments were made among the crowd. Savannah cringed, angry at Sterling's failing health.

She was still too thin and ghostly pale. Savannah would have to have a talk with Jacqueline about that. The sudden thought of Jacqueline and Sterling together teased her nerves. Aroused by the thought of them together, Savannah knew she needed to find someone later or her physical desire would consume her.

"Bonsoir, Dr. Jase." The French accent caught Savannah's ears as she turned her attention to the new arrival.

"Senator, I'd like you to meet Dr. Jacqueline Servais." Jacqueline extended her hand as Savannah made the introduction. "Dr. Servais is one of my associate directors at the clinic and my ambassador to the Cold Midwest Division." The trio laughed at Savannah's reference to the new clinic in Minnesota.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Dr. Servais. Perhaps you would allow me the pleasure of a dance this evening." Zachary's eyes slowly roamed over her body.

"I would be honored," Jacqueline stepped back slightly from the Senator, trying to place some distance between them. "Ah, Dr. Jase, you are a fortunate woman to be surrounded by such beauty and such virility." Jacqueline appeased Savannah's and the Senator's egos with her words. She bowed her head and left to mingle in the crowd.

Yes, Savannah was right. Jacqueline's and Sterling's bone structures — oval shapes with high cheekbones — and long narrow noses were exactly the same. The lips were perfectly shaped with the upper lip slightly larger than the bottom. The eyebrows peaked at the same points and fanned gently toward the ears. The only detectable difference was their eye color. Sterling's black onyx irises were the extreme opposite of Jacqueline's light sapphire blue ones. Savannah shivered in the warn night air.

The night provided a lovely backdrop for the festivities. A slight breeze blew off the bay and the stars seemed to be especially bright. At ten o'clock the orchestra played a drum roll as guests gathered near the stage for a special presentation. On the platform was an easel. A red, white, and blue cover hid the contents. Savannah walked on stage as applause thundered throughout the inebriated crowd. The assembly whistled and called out her name as if she were an American hero. When Senator Webster joined Savannah at the podium, the crowd rose to its feet. Ten minutes elapsed before the crowd quieted. Savannah welcomed the guests and formally introduced her guest of honor. Zachary walked to the microphone. A hush quickly spread through the audience.

"It's a pleasure for me to be here this evening to partake in this wonderful occasion. It is no secret how much Dr. Jase has helped Americans in their fight against cancer. Her name has already been equated with Aesculapius, Madame Curie, and Drs. Banting and Best. Her accomplishments in the field of medicine are astounding and, at the same time, so completely unheralded. Few Americans know that, on the political scene, Dr. Jase has spent countless hours on special committees, examining legislature involving special populations. Her sense of commitment has earned her the highest accolades from three United States presidents."

The audience interrupted with applause.

"I'm here tonight to announce Dr. Jase's appointment to my staff, but—" Zachary waited, "I realized I had made a terrible, terrible mistake." His remark registered its impact, bringing the crowd to a higher level of anticipation. Savannah stood back in the shadows as her heart raced and her nostrils flared. It was a very powerful moment. "My mistake is knowing that Dr. Jase would be a waste to America as the next Surgeon General. She needs to be my running mate in the next presidential election."

The crowd exploded.

Zachary walked to the easel and removed the cover. In bright red, white, and blue colors, the sign said "Vote Webster-Jase." Savannah stepped out of the shadows and stood next to Zachary. They joined hands as the crowd cheered ecstatically. People were on their feet stamping, applauding, yelling, screaming, whistling, singing, crying, and laughing. Zachary and Savannah were in the limelight and the audience wouldn't let them go. Hundreds of red, white, and blue helium balloons were released.

On the back edge of the crowd, no one saw Sterling as she sagged against a tent pole. The noise drove her headache deeper into her skull as she tried to find her way into the house. Blood dripped from her nose.

She knew that she had to do something to stop Savannah.

Sterling couldn't even begin to think about what would happen to the world if Savannah became vice-president. There was one thing she knew for sure. If they did win the presidential race, Senator Webster would be Savannah's next target. She would let nothing stop her from becoming the most powerful woman in the country, if not the world.

The pain began to explode in her veins. Blindly, Sterling ran into the house.

"My god, can you believe this?" Valentine stepped away from the table turning her back to Leah and Antonio. She shook her head in disbelief.

"I'll go and get some wine. I think we could use a break." Antonio excused himself from the tension.

Leah had told Antonio the entire story about Dr. Savannah Jase and what she was doing to Sterling. She left out the details, though, about the Guardian. Leah had been going crazy with fear for Sterling and she knew she could confide in Antonio. She had called Antonio over to her house when she received Valentine's urgent message to see Leah right away.

"I'm absolutely convinced that Savannah had something to do with Laurel's death. This package convinces me even more." Valentine glanced at the photos spread across the table in Leah's office.

The photos were a combination of facility shots taken of the Jase Clinic, staff members at their stations, and doctor-patient consultations. Aside from the photographs used in corporate annual reports and public relations promotional pieces, there were a series of photos that Leah knew the Jase Clinic had not authorized the release. She wondered how Laurel had obtained them. To Leah's amazement, Laurel had somehow managed to get photos of a small device.

Leah's hands shook as she held the photos. "This is how Savannah's controlling Sterling's attacks." She stared at the device. "Savannah must have implanted the device next to Sterling's spinal cord when Sterling had that skiing accident at Vail." Realizing this, she knew Laurel had stumbled on something of major importance and paid for it with her life.

"When was this stuff sent?"

"By my estimate, only hours before Laurel died." Valentine said.

A cassette tape was also included in the packet of information sent to Valentine. The tape contained several interviews with patients from the Jase Clinic. All were glowing reports on the treatment and skilled personnel. In each interview, Laurel had boldly asked, "Will you be including the Jase Cancer Research Clinic in your will?"

The replies were unnerving.

"Absolutely," said one person.

"Dr. Jase saved my life. She's the sole beneficiary in my will."

"That clinic is the next thing to heaven."

"She'll get a cool million from me and more if I'm cured."

"I'm donating my ocean-front property in Santa Cruz to the clinic."

"I've got an oil rig named after her. She'll get all the black tea it produces. And, honey, it'll produce. It ain't nothin' compared to what she did for my wife."

From these six individuals, Savannah stood to collect over a hundred million in contributions. It was an enormous gain for six operations. However, Laurel also included an interview with a man who didn't share the feelings of these six people.

"That bitch killed my wife."  Leah, Valentine and Antonio looked at one another when they heard the man's voice. The sounds of his sobs were interspersed with his words.

"That witch doctor told us she could cure Ellie's cancer. But she told me it would be expensive. I loved my wife more than anything in the world. I gave that quack everything we had. I sold the house and my business and borrowed money from my crooked brother-in-law. Jase kept saying Ellie needed more surgery so I kept borrowing." More sobs could be heard. "When I completely exhausted all my sources and ran out of money, she killed my wife. She sent her thugs after me to collect what I owed. They broke my arms and my legs and killed my Ellie." More sobs. "I went to the police but they practically laughed in my face. Hell, there's just nothing left. We were married for forty years. The best damned forty years of my life. I'm going to kill that bitch."

The last words caught the small group by surprise. Their empathy mixed with the sobs on the tape. It was a somber moment as each of them became absorbed in their own feelings and fears. Shaken, Antonio left the room. Valentine walked away from the table and stared out the window.

"Leah, what are we going to do? I mean, who knows how many people she's killed and how much money she's made. Laurel's death has to be avenged!"

Before Leah could answer, Antonio burst back into the room. He quickly opened the doors on the entertainment center, revealing the huge television screen. He switched it.

"Ladies, it's getting worse by the minute. Watch this," Antonio stepped away as the screen came to life.

The picture showed a jubilant Senator Webster standing on stage holding his hand in the air with Dr. Savannah Jase. The commentator's voice cut in.

"It has just been announced that Senator Zachary Michael Webster has officially chosen his new running mate for the next presidential election. The well-known cancer researcher and politically active Dr. Savannah Jase has accepted the position at her home in Tiburon, California."

As the television camera scanned the ecstatic crowd, Leah caught a glimpse of Sterling. She stood crying at the back of all the chaos.

"It's Sterling — " The image froze in Leah's memory. She knew all too well that Sterling's tears were from the anguish and fear she was feeling and not from joy.

The three continued to watch the news until it ended two hours later. Antonio held Leah's hand as the three rode down the elevator to the parking lot.

"Let me drive you home."

"Thanks, Tonio, but I'm okay." Leah hugged her brother and Valentine goodnight and got into her car. She rolled down the window.

"You really love her, don't you?" Antonio asked.

"Yes." Leah's smile could not hide the tears threatening to spill over.

"Then let's deal with this Savannah demon and get Sterling back here."

18

"Come in, Tate," Savannah called out from the opposite side of her office. "Sit down."

Wesley looked at Savannah, unsure why she had been summoned.

"Tate, I've been looking at these reports you've provided." Savannah sat back in her chair and brought her fingertips together. "According to the statistics, we surgically implanted six devices between December 21, 1991 and January 2, 1992. Correct?"

"That's correct," Wesley replied.

"And due to the disintegration of materials in those six devices, five of our patients have died."

"That's correct."

Savannah stared at Wesley. "The sixth device is implanted in Sterling Navarre."

"That's correct."

"Tell me something, doctor. If five out of six patients, who received the same exact model, died, why haven't all six?"

"I don't know the reason for that, Dr. Jase," Wesley shifted uneasily in her chair. "Perhaps Ms. Navarre's age is the determining factor. She is the youngest of all six patients by ten years."

"In your professional opinion, Tate, that is the only difference between Sterling and the other five patients?"

"No," Wesley answered immediately. "She is the only one who's original diagnosis of cancer was —and still is— unconfirmed."

"But her device has disintegrated like all the others?"

"Yes."

"And she exhibits all the same symptoms as the others before they died?"

"Yes."

"Then what, doctor, is keeping her alive?" Savannah stood and walked to where Wesley was sitting.

"We treated the infection before it invaded her organs. We gave her high dosages of antibiotics and put her on a regimen of Vitamins C and E. The other patients did not receive the same treatment."

"Well, there is that possibility —but unlikely, Tate." Savannah squatted down and looked Wesley directly in the eyes. Her fingers played with the buttons on Wesley's lab coat.

"Could she have had the device removed?"

"Unlikely."

"Then she must be receiving medical assistance from some other source?"

"Exactly." Savannah slowly tightened her hand around the fabric of Wesley's coat. The collar began to get more and more snug. "And where would she get this kind of assistance?"

"The Serpentine Sapphire," Wesley choked.

"Exactly." Savannah tightened the collar more. "But I thought the Serpentine didn't exist, Tate?"

With her face beet red and vocal cords in a vice grip, Wesley could only blink her eyes in response.

Savannah let Wesley's collar go.

The sudden influx of air into Wesley's nose and mouth threw her into a coughing fit. When she finally stopped, Savannah handed her a glass of water.

"The Guardian has appeared," Savannah breathed, "and I want you to find out who she is. I want the Serpentine — now!"

19

Plowing through her files, Wesley frantically searched for the photographs she had taken of the SPD. She knew she had had them on her desk the day Laurel Hamilton came to interview her.

Things had been so chaotic that day. Her hangover had been severe enough to justify a drink that morning. Wesley tried to remember where she had placed the photos. When the receptionist had announced Laurel's arrival, Wesley recalled shoving the photos underneath her blotter. She went to the desk and looked. To her astonishment and relief, she found the photos. But her relief was short lived as Wesley realized three photos were missing.

Her thoughts began to clear. She remembered she had excused herself during the interview and gone into the restroom. Laurel's questions had put Wesley on edge. She had needed a quick swallow of wine to calm her nerves. Rinsing her mouth out with a mint-flavored wash, Wesley returned to her office to finish the interview. In her absence, Wesley suspected Laurel had rummaged through her desk for confidential files. In her horror, she wondered where the photos were now that Laurel was dead.

Wesley tried to take in several deep breaths but she gave up. Instead, she withdrew the flask in her desk. Wesley knew Savannah had taken care of Laurel and Savannah's men probably had the photos. But she was sure to pay for the screw-up if Savannah found out. And Savannah knew everything. She took another swallow, realizing her days at the Jase Clinic were numbered. Once Savannah knew that she had taken unauthorized photographs of the SPD, Savannah would have Wesley killed, too. Paranoia took over as Wesley swallowed another gulp of wine. She took out her camera and began to photograph confidential files she had been keeping herself. After three roles of film, Wesley had captured as much information as she possibly could.

With an unsteady hand, Wesley addressed an envelope and slipped in the rolls of film. At the last moment, she wrote a brief note, sealed the envelope, and put it in her briefcase. Before she left the clinic, Wesley took another lengthy swallow from the flask.

She drove recklessly to the post office and dropped the envelope in the mailbox. Driving down the street her thoughts were jumbled and distorted. She couldn't stop thinking about her dreams of finding a cure for common pain. Her life was nothing but one big failure. She had one period of happiness when she and Leah were together. It all seemed so perfect back then. Now, she was just another drunk trying to escape from a prison worse than hell.

"I don't deserve to live. Laurel Hamilton died because I chose not to warn her. Now, Sterling will die, too." Wesley hit the steering wheel with her fist, catching a glimpse of the dark sedan behind her. She wasn't sure, but she thought the same car had been tailing her since she had left the post office. In the next mile, she took a few turns to see what the car would do. The sedan followed.

Wesley stepped on the gas pedal as she tried to put distance between the cars. Perspiration began to soak her hair and back.

The alcohol had dulled Wesley's driving abilities, and her wheels repeatedly crossed over the center line. She swerved back and forth, her eyes focused on the car behind her. When the sedan suddenly turned right, she breathed a sigh of relief and took another drink from the flask. As she lifted the flask to her lips, the car swerved once again and went over the median. Fumbling for the brake, her foot pressed down on the gas pedal instead. The dark cab of a semi loomed in front of Wesley's car as she tried to brake. The truck driver laid on his horn and pumped his brakes to avoid her car. The sound of ripping steel pierced the air.

Ambulances rushed to the scene and several fire fighters and paramedics tried to pry Wesley from her car. The sirens screamed as they flew to the hospital, but Wesley's life had already come to an end.

Leah stood at the grave site two days later, her dark blue raincoat wrapped around her to shield her from the cold Minnesota breeze. Her dark sunglasses hid her eyes from the crowd. Wesley's mother, a small petite woman, clung to Leah's arm as the minister spoke on love and the value of life. The words went unabsorbed as Leah recalled Mrs. Tate's words.

"You were always like my second daughter. I know that you and Wesley had something very special. I only wished she had stayed with you. I'll never know why she took that job in California."

When the unexpected call from Mrs. Tate came through two nights before, Leah went into an emotional whirlwind. She felt guilt and anger, abandonment, sadness and depression. She knew that Wesley had been depressed but she hadn't realized the extent. And, she hadn't known the extent of Wesley's drinking. Her blood alcohol level had been three times higher than the legal limit at the time of the accident.

But in her sadness she was also very rational. Wesley, she knew in her heart, had not committed suicide. Though she knew she couldn't prove it, Leah knew that Savannah had something to do with Wesley's death. Wesley had been scared the last time they spoke and Leah wanted to know what it was that had frightened her.

A flashbulb went off in her face as Leah looked across the flower-covered coffin. Savannah stood with her entourage while the media had a field day capturing the moment. The country's next vice president played to the cameras as they filmed her grief.

The scene filled Leah with rage.

Sterling stood next to Savannah, covertly watching Leah. She wanted to take the grieving woman in her arms and cover her tear-streaked cheeks with soft, tender kisses. Instead, the distance between them seemed insurmountable. Sterling's heart ached for Leah. She fantasized pushing Savannah in the grave, jumping over the crowd, and taking Leah far away from this mockery. But they were only fantasies. Reality dictated another course, a course strewn with deception, evil, and greed.

In the center of the mockery stood Savannah. Sterling correctly surmised that Savannah and Wesley had been having an affair, but that it had cooled after Wesley's intervention on her behalf. She was certain that Wesley had become disillusioned with Savannah and that she had felt trapped. Sterling could identify with these feelings and knew that, at times, she had wanted something like alcohol to turn to. But her writing was her escape and savior. Sterling felt sad for Wesley, and she silently wished Wesley eternal peace.

The crowd began to disperse as people expressed their condolences to Mrs. Tate and Wesley's two brothers. Savannah stopped to say a few words to the family as the cameras captured the moment. Sterling found Leah standing near Antonio, Valentine and Carissa. When Savannah walked over to speak to Carissa, Leah stepped away from the small group.

"I would take you into my arms if I could and try and take away your misery." Sterling's voice was soft and low. "I'm so sorry, Leah."

Leah looked into Sterling's eyes. "I miss you," Leah began but stopped herself, realizing that she might be overheard. Sighing, she decided she didn't care who knew. "Sterling, I love you — "

"Please accept my sincere condolences, Leah. I had no idea you and Wesley were —friends." Savannah walked up behind Sterling as Leah cut off her sentence. Savannah's tone was patronizing and it made Leah angry.

"Thank you." Leah simply replied.

"If there is anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to call me." Savannah handed Leah a business card. "This is my direct line. I'd be more than pleased to assist you during this difficult time." Savannah drawled as she sensed Leah's understanding of her real intent. For good measure Savannah added, "It's a good idea to spend these hard times with people who will comfort you and support you." Her smile was perverse. As an afterthought she said crisply, "Come, Sterling, we have a plane to catch."

Leah watched as Savannah led Sterling to the limousine. As they pulled into the street, Sterling turned back. Their eyes met and held for a brief moment. The image of Leah standing alone in the cemetery crying was almost more than Sterling could bear.

20

Senator Webster's office at the Capitol was filled with photographs and awards. The old brown desk had numerous marks on it and the carpet was bare in spots, but the office still had an air of importance. The Senator and his chief of staff, Randall Fortell, sat across from Savannah, talking about the strategy they would take to the American people.

"Jase, that piece on 60 Minutes couldn't have been timed better. You did a great job convincing the public that you share their concerns about the health care issues facing this country."

"Thank you, Senator, I was very pleased with the report." Savannah smiled weakly, trying to ignore the fire beneath her skin.

"You okay, Jase?" The Senator asked seeing Savannah's flushed face. He saw Savannah nod, but he was unconvinced. "Randall, why don't we end for today and let the good doctor get some rest."

Randall got up and shook Savannah's hand. "Rest, Dr. Jase, we're going to need two hundred percent of you this election and it's not going to be an easy schedule. Good night."

When Randall was gone, Senator Webster went to his credenza and poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed one to Savannah.

"Better drink this, Jase," the Senator laughed, "we need to toughen you up."

"I'm tough all ready, Senator," Savannah said putting down the glass. "Don't you concern yourself."

"I know I've put you through the mill this past week and you've done an outstanding job. The press loves you and we've taken the female vote away from the Democrats. We're heading for the White House, Jase."

Savannah stood and walked to the door. "Zach, you and I will do many great things for America. You'll go down in history as the most competent and successful president ever. You've got my complete dedication."

"I know, Jase, and to show you my appreciation for all that you've done for me, I have a surprise waiting for you in your hotel suite." He flashed his boyish grin.

"A surprise for me?" Savannah dropped her eyes to the floor. She wanted to bolt from the room she was so warm and bleeding heavily from her period.

"Enjoy, Jase, and rest. I know you fly back to San Francisco tomorrow so I won't see you again until early next week." He walked her out the door. "Have an enjoyable evening."

Savannah was still shaking her head wondering what Zach was up to when she got to her suite. She opened the door and set her briefcase on a table. She could smell candles burning and soft music coming from the bedroom. She took off her jacket and threw it on a chair. The cool air against her wet blouse made her shiver.

The entire bedroom glowed in candlelight. A bottle of her favorite whiskey was on a tray with an ice bucket and two glasses. The bed was turned down and a silk black robe lay across the bottom. She looked around but saw no one in the room. She slipped off her heels and walked over to the ice bucket.

With several ice cubes in her hands, she held them to her forehead and then to the back of her neck. She sat down with the dripping ice on her forehead.

"Dr. Jase, you don't look so great," the perky voice broke the silence. "The Senator is worried about you."

Savannah felt strong fingers begin to knead the knots in her neck. A light fragrance filled her senses. She moaned.

"Would you like a drink?" the voice asked.

Savannah shook her head.

"No? Then maybe you require something else."

The strong fingers slid to the front of Savannah's neck and began to work their way down her chest. When the hands cupped her breasts, Savannah let out a long sigh.

"Brittan, what a surprise. Let me see you," Savannah said as she closed her eyes. When she opened them she gasped seeing Brittan Maxwell, Carissa Carlson's girlfriend, standing in front of her in a deep purple teddy, the lace barely hiding her large breasts, erect nipples, and trimmed pubic hair.

Brittan placed light kisses on Savannah's face and neck. "You look so pale," she murmured and began to unbutton Savannah's blouse. "Your skin is burning and yet, you're shaking. Come on, lay down on the bed with me."

She helped Savannah stand and walked her to the bed. She undressed Savannah and was alarmed by the amount of blood she saw. Savannah started to shiver uncontrollably.

"I'll keep you warm," Brittan coaxed.

"I feel so dizzy," Savannah whispered, "and so very cold."

"You're tired. Just rest your head on my shoulder for now and I'll arrange for a doctor to see you tomorrow. It's probably nothing more than exhaustion."

Savannah nodded and fell fast asleep.

Grace Braden had been practicing medicine for over fifty years. She was a petite woman with brilliant white hair and the patience of a dog in heat. She barked her orders and demanded that everything be treated as an emergency. Savannah Jase had been her patient since 1970.

"Hell's bells, Jase, why weren't you in here the moment you started feeling ill?" The doctor tapped her small shoe on the tiled floor.

Savannah said nothing.

"What? Your vocals chords ill, too?" Grace Braden ignored the silence and went on cursing physicians who wouldn't take care of themselves. "By God, Jase, you're as stubborn as your mother, God rest her soul."

Savannah smiled in agreement with the doctor.

"At least you had the pea brain to get in here. The x-rays may help find the problem but you may need to have a CAT scan. Okay, well I'm going to order some blood tests. I want to find out what the dickens is making you feel so bad. Get dressed and I'll call you tonight with the results."

"Grace," Savannah paused, "nothing serious I hope."

Grace Braden pushed her glasses up on her nose and looked at Savannah. "Jase, you drink whiskey like a fish and lay any woman who wiggles her tail at you. You don't sleep for more than three hours a night, you fly all over and eat heavy carbohydrates like you're a squirrel saving up for the winter. Did I mention the smoking? No, I guess I don't have to, do I?" Grace took her folder and slapped Savannah on the arm. "Jesus, Jase, you know we aren't made to last forever. Get dressed and get out of here. I've got patients who are really sick waiting to see me."

The cigarette glowed in the dark as Savannah sat alone on the balcony overlooking the bay. The night sounds filled the air as she exhaled a breath of smoke. It had been a full day. Her patient load had substantially increased with the recent exposure on television and in the papers. She debated adding another wing on to the already enormous clinic. The thought made her frown. Adding another wing meant hiring more physicians and the process was a complicated one with long hours of checking records, interviews, reference verifications, more interviews, and finally the orientations.

"Damn," Savannah breathed as she remembered that she would have to replace Wesley Tate. However, the thought of hiring new blood suddenly made her smile. The prospect of numerous intimate liaisons arising from the new group of physicians was, undoubtedly, worth thinking about. But she was too tired to do even that.

Savannah's thoughts drifted back to Wesley. She had shown so much promise. She sighed. Wesley's behavior had become so erratic and unpredictable. It had become increasingly apparent that she could not handle the pressures of her work. Her drinking had escalated and had been noticed by the entire staff, though Wesley tried to hide it. When she couldn't deal with Laurel Hamilton, Savannah began to revoke Wesley's privileges and clinic status. Wesley gave her no other choice. Savannah couldn't let her go off the deep end and alert the authorities of her activities.

Luckily, her security staff had followed Wesley home the night of her death. They videotaped her drunk driving to document her problems with alcohol as well as their innocence in the accident. As she crossed over the median, the security staff had turned and watched Wesley drive into the semi. They retrieved the packet Wesley had put in the mailbox. Savannah exhaled another breath of smoke. The information Wesley had accumulated would have destroyed her.

The wind began to blow harder as a gust reached Savannah. She shivered thinking about the consequences Wesley's actions would have had.

"Jesus, Jase, you know we aren't made to last forever." Grace Braden's words echoed in the chambers of Savannah's mind.

"That is, good doctor, unless you possess the Serpentine." Savannah took a drink of her whiskey. She loved the warmth it spread on its way to her stomach. "To the Serpentine." Savannah raised her glass in salute.

She closed her eyes, remembering that night one year ago when her life had changed and her fortune had increased. She was so close to becoming the wealthiest, most powerful woman in the world. Her thoughts turned to the woman who had made it all possible—Raven.

Savannah had come back to her office after a long day. She was surprised to see the beautiful dark-haired woman standing just inside the door. She hadn't heard a knock but it didn't matter when it came to desire. Raven was the most exquisite woman Savannah had ever seen.

"I have something you need and want, doctor," Raven had said.

Savannah had laughed. The line wasn't particularly original but she didn't care. Raven's lucid green eyes were magnetic and before Savannah knew what was happening, they were in a hotel suite drinking champagne and talking about a stone called the Serpentine Sapphire.

By dawn the next morning, Savannah had pledged her eternal devotion to Raven in return for the Serpentine.

The Serpentine Sapphire did not have the reputation and fame of the Hope Diamond, but what it did have in common was its perfect beauty, and the ability to drive humans insane with the need to possess it. Savannah was no different. After Raven had described the sapphire to Savannah, and then had a night of extraordinary sex with her, Savannah's heart was set on possessing the Serpentine no matter the cost. Raven knew Savannah's weaknesses and transferred her own hunger onto Savannah. There was no turning back.

Savannah knew the moment Raven perished. It was last Halloween. Savannah had been at a costume party. When the pain started, she went to the bedroom and tore off her blouse. There, on her left breast was the burning image of a raven. She placed a cold cloth over the burning, but the immediate cloud of steam made her cough. Falling to her knees, Savannah clutched her breast and fell into a black abyss.

Black clouds swirled around her and she could see nothing. She heard Raven call her name. The clouds dissipated and Raven stood in front of her.

"Savannah, you must get possession of the Serpentine Sapphire. You must carry on for me — remember your pledge. Sterling Navarre knows the guardian who possesses the Serpentine. Get the Guardian's identity, and the gem, and you will be the most powerful woman in the universe. But, mark my words, beware of Sterling's Guardian."

"Who is this Guardian?" Savannah asked.

"A parallel of one you possess."

"Sterling has a twin?"

"Only at night will you see the parallel. With the Serpentine in her possession, Savannah, you must never be caught in the line formed by Sterling and the Guardian," Raven warned. "If you do you will die. When you get the Serpentine, destroy them all quickly."

Savannah opened her blouse and peered down at the Raven on her left breast. She took another drink of her whiskey, then placed her right hand over the image. It grew warm and a pleasant sensation filled Savannah. The sensation had been growing stronger as Halloween once again neared. She knew it was Raven's spirit. The hunger growing in intensity in Savannah's soul wanted power and it was time to feed the Serpent.

"When you get the Serpentine, destroy them all quickly."

When the door of the porch opened, Savannah dragged herself back to the present. Upon seeing Grace Braden followed by Jacqueline Servais, Savannah froze in her chair.

"Dr. Braden, I've never known you to make house calls. And Jacqueline, what a pleasant surprise."

"Sit down, Jase, my visit tonight is not a social call. I had our laboratory run your blood work. Not satisfied with the results, I called in several specialists to view my findings and examine your films." Dr. Braden sat down directly in front of Savannah. "Savannah—"

It was the first time Dr. Braden had ever called Savannah by her first name.

"—the results of your tests show you are in the advanced stage of cancer."

Savannah swallowed. "What type?"

"Ovarian."

"What?" Savannah cried out. "That's impossible. There must be some mistake."

"I'm sorry." Grace opened a folder and handed the test results to Savannah. She watched as Savannah scanned the contents and digested the numbers.

"We'll wait on surgery to remove your reproductive organs until Dr. Servais can implant that cancer device of yours. We've scheduled your surgery for tomorrow afternoon."

"No, I want a second opinion."

"You don't have time, Jase." Grace Braden looked at Jacqueline. "I've had Dr. Servais review everything."

"Dr. Servais," Savannah stood, "your diagnosis please."

"My results concur with Dr. Braden's, Dr. Jase."

Savannah sat back down in her chair and looked out across the bay. "I need three days before I can agree to the surgery. I need time to get some things together."

Grace nodded and walked to the doorway with Jacqueline. But Savannah stopped them.

"Tell absolutely no one about your findings until I consent. I need to talk to the Senator first."

21

The next morning the wind blew off the bay with force. From the window in her study, Savannah could see the waves lapping over the dock. A heavy fog began to slowly roll in from the bay.

Unsettled and weary, Savannah returned to her desk and turned on the lamp. The darkening sky began to shut out the light in the room. Peering down at her desk, Savannah stared at the two letters she had received that week. Both were on identical royal blue, bond stationery. The silver embossed initials at the top of the paper seemed to sparkle in mockery.

When she received the first letter two days earlier, Savannah thought it only a sick joke. She promptly dismissed it and turned her thoughts to more important matters. When the second letter appeared that morning, Savannah's control began to waver. She had always been superstitious, but dealing with the dead maddened her.

The first letter said only, "The dead want revenge." The second letter warned, "Beware the Serpent." Both messages were written in blood.

Savannah scanned the monogram on the envelope and letterhead. At first, the initials "L.H." meant nothing to her. Savannah shivered suddenly as the initials took on a human form. The wind rattled the window as if to whisper the name of the author.

"Laurel Hamilton.

"Leah, I'm so glad I got a hold of you," Savannah's breath came fast and heavy. "I'm so sorry to call you like this so soon after Wesley's funeral." Savannah gripped the receiver.

"What's wrong?" Leah asked.

"Sterling has had a terrible relapse. Things look very bad. Will you please come to California? She'd hate it if she knew I called, but I know your presence will give her comfort in her final days.

"In her final days?" Leah gasped. "I'll make flight arrangements immediately."

"Good. Call me with your flight time and I'll have a car waiting at the airport for you. It would be best if you could get here yet today."

Savannah listened to Leah's questions.

"She's in the intensive care unit at the Center. She's on a respirator and...well...I don't want you to be upset. She speaks so highly of you, I just thought that maybe a friendly face would...well...you know what I mean."

Leah agreed to call back within the hour with her flight schedule.

"Thank you, Leah. You don't know what this means to Sterling."

Savannah hung up the phone, but quickly picked it up again and placed another call.

"Meet me in my office at two o'clock this afternoon. We have some things we need to take care of."

22

Antonio slammed his fist down on the desk. "You can't go there by yourself, Leah, it's too dangerous."

"Antonio's right, Leah, it's a trick—I can just feel it." Valentine's eyes were red and she was frowning.

"But she's a national celebrity, Valentine, you saw the piece on 60 Minutes. No one's going to believe our story. The Secret Service has probably been called in to protect her by now. And, she's got her own security."

"So, how do you expect to free Sterling if there's so much?" Antonio stood next to Valentine.

"I'll have to find a way — " Leah whispered, "I don't know."

"I thought you found out who had the Serpentine. Can't this person help?"

Leah shrugged her shoulders. "I'm going to call her when I get there."

"Leah, let us go with you?" Valentine pleaded.

"No way," Leah cut the air with her hand, signaling her disapproval. "If I can find the Guardian I know she'll be able to help."

"Leah, I'm sorry but you're out of your league," Antonio's voice was deep. "Look what happened at the office. Leave it to the police. All we can do is tell them what we know about Savannah."

"And let Sterling die?"

The three looked at each other.

"Never," Leah said gathering up her papers.

"Leah, please come in." Savannah got up from the desk and approached her. "Thank you for coming. It's so very good to see you again."

Leah noticed the extra thick drawl and the once-over she got from the doctor.

"Can I see Sterling?" Leah asked.

"In a minute. I thought that first you and I could relax a little and have a drink. Or, how about dinner? Are you hungry? I am." Leah's perfume caught Savannah by surprise. It was a pleasant mixture of the untamed and the erotic. She leaned closer to take in the fragrance.

"But you sounded so urgent on the phone today. Has Sterling improved to the point that you're no longer worried?"

"Sterling has improved and I'm feeling more confident. But, the worst is still yet to come if we don't get her into surgery." Savannah's eyes lingered on Leah's lips.

"Is she still on a respirator?"

"Respirator?" The pause was long. "Oh, no we took her off of that this morning. She's in another wing of the Center. Why don't I just take you there myself? I can give you a brief tour on our way."

Savannah went to her desk and picked up a set of keys. The phone rang.

"Yes. When? No. Have the head of security in my office in two minutes." Savannah put down the receiver. "I'm sorry, Leah, a minor crisis has emerged and I'll have the head of security take you to Sterling's room, if that's all right with you?"

"That's fine. I know you're busy. Maybe we could have that drink later."

"I'd like that," Savannah drawled. The door opened and a man in an official-looking uniform walked into the office. "Stanley Clay Allenhurst, this is Leah Constantine. I'd like you to take her to see Ms. Navarre in I.C.U. right away."

"Yes, Mam," he dropped his eyes to the floor as Savannah walked out. "Right this way, Ms. Constantine."

From the pictures she had seen of the clinic, Leah had a fairly good idea of the layout of the clinic. Captain Allenhurst avoided several areas, saying that they were of little importance. It seemed to Leah that they walked right past the intensive care unit, but she said nothing. Her main concern was to see Sterling.

At the farthest wing away from the main entrance, Captain Allenhurst made a left turn and went through a gate.

Leah stopped him. "Captain, why are there bars on the windows in this wing?"

"Didn't Dr. Jase explain?"

"Explain what?"

"Ms. Navarre has been placed on this wing because she attacked Dr. Jase with a knife."

"She what?" Leah put her hands on her hips and wrinkled her forehead.

"Dr. Jase decided to keep this from the public. Ms. Navarre is being held here while she undergoes psychological testing. It seems that Ms. Navarre took herself off her antidepressant medication and became confused and paranoid. I'm sorry Dr. Jase didn't mention this to you, but then, she doesn't like her private life appearing in the papers."

"Well, if she ends up in the White House, she's going to have to change her mind on that. A public servant's life is far from private in this country."

Captain Allenhurst laughed. "Amen to that, Ms. Constantine." They walked a few more feet and he stopped. This is it." He took out a set of keys and unlocked the first door. Inside was a second one. Before he unlocked this one, he turned to Leah and said, "If Ms. Navarre becomes agitated, there's a button near the door on the opposite side. Just ring it and I'll get you out. Okay?"

Leah nodded. Ms. Constantine, please be careful." He forced a grin and unlocked the door.

Leah stepped inside the room. Before she could take a step, she heard the click of the lock in the door behind her, and then the second lock in the door leading to the hall. She looked around as her eyes became accustomed to the dim light. The room was completely bare except for two plastic chairs and table, an open toilet and sink, and a bed.

When she heard a moan from the bed, Leah whipped around and saw Sterling lying sprawled on top. It looked as if she had been thrown down on the mattress. Leah rushed to her side.

"Sterling, my God, what's happened?"

"Leah?" Her voice was groggy. "Leah, how did you know I was here?"

Leah helped Sterling sit up. She took a look at the bruises on Sterling's face and arms. She also had a small cut above one eye.

"Do you understand me?" Leah asked gently holding Sterling's face between her hands.

Sterling nodded. "I've been drugged."

"When did this happen?"

"Last night, maybe this morning, I don't remember." Sterling looked at her hands. They were shaking. "And now they have you."

"What do you mean? Savannah called and told me you had had another relapse. She asked me to come out here as quickly as I could. Then when I got here, I was told that you were in this wing of the center because you attacked Savannah with a knife."

"Ha!" Sterling's laugh was filled with pain. "She was the one who attacked me." She pointed to the cut above her eye.

Leah shook her head. "Sterling, do you know what's going on?"

Sterling got up weakly from the bed and walked to the barred windows.

"Savannah somehow figured out that the Guardian has appeared. Last night, she asked me for the Guardian's identity. I told her I didn't know it. She became enraged. She had me searched and then she ripped my bedroom apart piece by piece. She's probably holding me here until I give in and tell her who the Guardian is." Sterling dropped her head to her chest. "But I still don't know who the Guardian is."

"I do."

"You do?" Sterling lowered her voice. "You know who the Guardian is?"

Leah got up and stood near Sterling. "I also know how Savannah is controlling your attacks." Leah walked behind Sterling and with her hand pressed hard against the base of Sterling's neck.

Sterling sank to her knees. "You know?"

"I'm sorry. Yes, I know. Remember telling me about the surgery you had after your skiing accident in Vail?"

Sterling rubbed her neck and nodded. "The damage? Two damaged disks in my neck. They had to fuse two of the vertebrae."

Leah took Sterling's hand and guided it to the back of her neck where Sterling could feel the shape. "Your vertebra aren't fused. Savannah implanted a devise that emits pain though sound waves. She controls the amount of pain with a remote control."

Sterling said nothing.

"I've seen the photos of it. Laurel Hamilton sent them to Valentine for safe keeping."

"I knew Savannah controlled the attacks, but I couldn't figure out how." She shook her head again.

"And, what's more, your particular device is disintegrating at an alarming speed. In other words, it's malfunctioning and that's why the attacks are getting more and more severe. It has to be removed—now!"

"So, I either need to have surgery or get the Serpentine."

"Not to mention that we need to get out of here." Leah went to the door and pushed the button next to the doorframe. Nothing happened. She pressed again. Still she heard nothing. I should have known," Leah groaned. "Why would Savannah call and have me come out here if she already has you?"

"Because she is either going to get to you through me or get to me through you."

Or maybe, she's trying to get the Guardian to appear by using the both of us as bait."

"Leah, who is it?" Sterling sat back on the bed and gestured for Leah to sit next to her.

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. "I can't tell you. It's best if the identity just stays with me."

"And Savannah doesn't know you know who it is." Sterling suddenly smiled. She put her arms around Leah and placed a light kiss on Leah's lips. Fire sparked and the kiss intensified.

Out of breath, Leah asked, "Sterling, what are we going to do?"

Sterling gently pushed the hair off Leah's face. "I don't know why Savannah has suddenly gone crazy like this. Something must be happening. I suspect that the Guardian is helping our cause all ready. The best thing for us right now, is to stay alive at all costs."

She kissed Leah again but lowered her head to the mattress. The pain was starting.

"Where?" Savannah frantically paced back and forth in the security office. Her knuckles were white. Sweat formed on her brow as she wiped it away impatiently. "Did you follow her?" Savannah was shouting. When she saw the guard shake his head, she yelled, "How in the hell could you have lost her?"

Laurel Hamilton had been spotted in San Francisco. Savannah's nerves exploded as her hands began to shake. Her private security force, the fools, had lost their trace on her. The guard told Savannah that it was as if she vanished into thin air.

"I don't give a damn. Find her and destroy her — immediately!" Savannah slammed her fist down on the desk.

She picked the phone up and called for reinforcement. She doubled the force on duty and increased the surveillance. No one was to be allowed into the clinic without a personal check. The patients and their families were to be told that the inconvenience was due to a famous celebrity's arrival. She also doubled the security around her house. No one was to get near her unless they had clearance.

Savannah was still pacing when the phone rang.

The guard answered and handed it to Savannah. "It's for you."

"Yes, what is it?" Expecting to hear from her assistant, Savannah was surprised to hear a low and breathy voice.

"I'm here, Savannah, and you can't escape me. Beware the Serpent."

The line went dead.

23

"Leah, what are you doing?" Sterling asked from the mattress.

Leah ran her fingertips around the doorframe, got off the chair, and walked over to the bed. She bent down and whispered, "I'm looking for listening devices."

"In here?" Sterling's eyes grew wide.

"Sh," Leah cautioned.

She went back to her task, feeling around the windows, the toilet, the chairs, and table. On the bottom of the tabletop, her hand stopped. She knelt down and peered under the table. She pulled on something attached to the bottom. She looked at it and walked over to the mattress.

"The Guardian knows we're here." Leah whispered.

"Did you find any listening devices?" Sterling asked.

"No."

"Then why are we whispering?" She and Sterling looked at the knife Leah was holding.

"I think we'd better keep our voices low, so in case Savannah does have the room monitored somehow. I don't trust that woman."

The knife was twelve inches in length and had a wide, round handle. The blade was shiny and sharp. Leah twisted the handle.

"This is odd," she said, "look there's a small compartment in the handle. And there's something inside."

She pulled out a small piece of paper and what appeared to be a vitamin. Leah and Sterling both read the note.

The note read, "S, if the pain becomes too great, take this pill."

"It must be a high-powered painkiller," Sterling whispered.

Leah nodded and went back to looking for listening devices.

"I want that woman dead — again." Savannah screamed at her head of security. "I can't believe so many of my instructions have been botched. Are you not hiring qualified thugs?"

"Dr. Jase, we're doing everything we possibly can to carry out your orders. It seems like the paranormal has decided to take their side."

"The paranormal? If we're dealing with the paranormal, then I think you'd better get yourself an expert and fast. You're going to have to learn how to conduct an exorcism. And who is this Howard Clemens who keeps calling me?"

"He's Elaine Clemen's widower. She died about a month ago."

"Well, he's got my home and business phone numbers and he's driving me nuts. Can't you do something about him?"

"We already broke his arms and his legs."

"Why?" Savannah asked distractedly.

"He wouldn't pay his account."

Savannah stopped and put her hands on her hips. She stared at Captain Allenhurst as if she had never seen him before. Her face grew red.

"Captain, I can't believe you're letting this idiot bother me," she yelled. "Kill him."

"But, Dr. Jase, since the announcement of your vice presidential candidacy, we are being closely watched by the FBI."

"So, make a discreet call to the 'Association' and have them do it—if they can." Savannah lowered her voice. "And Captain, I want you to arrest Jacqueline Servais and put her in one of the holding rooms next to the other two. Tell her that Sterling is very ill and you can't find me."

"Right away, Dr. Jase."

When Savannah was alone a wicked smile crossed her lips.

"The Guardian is a parallel of one you possess." She shook her head. "I can't believe it took me this long to see the similarities? Christ, I need a drink."

The scream woke Leah up. Sterling was across the room by the door. She banged on the door and tugged on the doorknob. Leah quickly was at her side.

"Sterling, you should be resting." She tried to move Sterling away from the door.

"No, Leah," her breath came in gasps, "I...I have to get...us...out of here."

Leah turned Sterling around and saw the blood dripping from Sterling's nose. "Oh my God, Sterling—"

"It's happening...the pain...is so...un...bear...able." A violent spasm sent Sterling to her knees. She was sobbing.

"Sterling, listen to me. I'm going to give you this pain pill, okay? Do you understand me?" Leah helped Sterling to the mattress. She got out the knife and unscrewed the handle. With the pill in her hand, Leah got a smashed paper cup from the wastebasket and filled it with water. It ran all over her hand. "Can you take this?"

Sterling nodded weakly. She took the pill. Luckily, it went down before the coughing attack began. Doubled up on the bed, Sterling screamed and sobbed.

Leah could feel the spasms racking Sterling's frame. It seemed like they went on forever.

Finally, Sterling either passed out from the pain or fell asleep from the pill. Leah didn't know which one it was, but she was grateful Sterling's pain had ceased.

24

Savannah sat in the dark living room in complete isolation. She shut out the world and poured herself a brandy. She quickly swallowed the liquid and refilled the glass. The liquor burned as she flexed her fingers.

Feeling her blood boil, she shook her head to try and clear her mind. Randall Fortell's phone call and words cut through with a jagged edge. Senator Webster's chief of staff was blunt and to the point.

"We want you to resign as Zach's running mate, Savannah." The unexpected request scorched her heart.

"Why?"

"Our office has received some disparaging information about you and your clinic. We can't let a scandal like this ruin the Senator's campaign."

"What type of information?" Savannah hotly retorted.

"Personal gain through misappropriation of funds, malpractice, and," Randall weighed his words carefully, "association with a clandestine society that strives for white supremacy. And we have the testimony from a man who accuses you of killing his wife and breaking his arms and legs for personal gain. We have to check this out in more detail. It doesn't look good any way you look at it."

"What?" Savannah stood. Her face turned crimson with anger. "Randall, where in the hell did you get these accusations? This is a smear campaign if I ever saw one. Let me talk to Zach."

"It appears that they are more than accusations, Savannah."

"Where is your proof? I want to see your proof, Randall. I can't believe you would listen to this rubbish without consulting me first." Savannah struggled with her rage.

"The Senator met with the head of the F.B.I, late last night and was told that you have been placed under investigation. My advice to you, Dr. Jase, is to hire the best attorneys money can buy and forget about your political career."

"I have nothing to hide. Whoever is making these accusations is lying."

"Whether they are true or not, we can't allow this to affect the Senator's presidential bid. He will be calling a press conference tomorrow to announce your resignation as his running mate —he plans to say it's due to unforeseen professional matters."

"Randall, let me talk to Zach," Savannah demanded.

"I'm sorry, but the Senator is unavailable. We'll also be returning your financial contributions to his campaign. The Senator felt it best to cut all ties with you while you go through this investigation and until all of the facts become known. I'm sorry, Dr. Jase, but you should have been upfront about these things."

The brandy in Savannah's stomach churned as rage filled her senses. She threw the glass against the wall. It shattered, sending pieces of glass flying in every direction. She reached for the phone and called Allenhurst.

"Bring the car around and have an unmarked van meet me at the clinic. We're going on a short trip."

Savannah placed the receiver back on the phone. She began to laugh, but it sounded more like a cry than a laugh. She took a deep breath. "Zach, enjoy the last few hours with your wife because she's about to get very very ill. And, don't bother calling, I won't be available."

When Leah heard Sterling moan, she quickly left her post at the door and came to Sterling's side.

Sterling's hair was matted with sweat and her face was pale.

"How are you feeling?" Leah asked quietly.

Sterling coughed. "Leah, I'm sorry. I didn't know this was going to happen. I would've never—"

"Shhh, save your strength. I'll find a way out of this." Leah tried to sound confident.

"The Guardian is near," Sterling said softly.

"How do you know that?"

"I heard her voice."

Leah felt Sterling's forehead. It was hot and sticky. "Did you just dream that."

"No, I just did," Sterling tried to raise herself up but could not. "Leah, I can't move."

"It's okay, the pill was obviously a high-powered painkiller. It's probably just one of the temporary side effects." Leah said adjusting the thin pillow under Sterling's head.

"No, I can't feel anything—my hands, my legs — " Sterling's black eyes filled with panic. "Leah, this is the end."

Leah covered Sterling with her body. "Shhh, sweetheart, I want you to rest."

"Leah, whatever happens to me...Savannah cannot get the...Serpentine. Promise me...promise you'll keep it...from...her?"

Leah nodded as tears streamed down her face. She could feel the spasms building again in Sterling's thin body. Her body shook violently.

What seemed like eternity lasted for twenty minutes when suddenly the spasms stopped. Leah looked at Sterling's face.

Sterling was smiling.

"I...love...you—" she said and closed her eyes.

The black sedan pulled into the back of the clinic where an unmarked van was waiting for Savannah. She hurried from the car and entered the clinic. She went directly to her office. She pressed a button under her desk. The bookshelf behind her suddenly opened, revealing a hidden room.

The room was brightly lit, so she could easily see the files.

Savannah located the metal box for Marjorie Webster and removed the transmitter to her SPD. For a moment she eyed the device, weighing the pros and cons of pushing the button to the maximum. Finally, she decided to enter three-fourths rather than the full amount. At this level, Mrs. Webster would suffer a stroke, resulting in partial paralysis. Savannah smiled.

Walking out of the room, Savannah suddenly turned left, went to the "N" boxes, and opened Sterling's. She removed the transmitter. Things were going so horribly, Savannah knew she had to cut her losses. She still had Leah and now the Guardian. Jacqueline was Sterling's mirror image. She wondered why she hadn't noticed it before. The Guardian had been available to her all along. She laughed at the irony in the situation.

Since Savannah didn't need Sterling any longer, she pressed the button on Sterling's transmitter and entered the maximum level. She then threw it on the floor and smashed the device with her foot.

Satisfied, Savannah went back to her desk and pressed the button to close the bookshelf. It closed just as a knock was heard on the door. Captain Allenhurst entered.

"We need to get the three from their rooms and we're ready to go."

The last spasm that ripped through Sterling's body was more than her fragile frame could take. A single tear fell down her cheek and landed just as Sterling took in her last breath.

"Sterling!" Leah cried. "Sterling, don't leave me."

Leah held the limp body against her, unable to let go. She rocked back and forth.

"No, no, you can't die, not now —not ever..." she wailed.

The room was filled with the sound of Leah's cries.

When Captain Allenhurst opened the door to the room where Leah and Sterling were being held, he had no idea what he would find. He stepped around the door and let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting. He saw Sterling lying motionless on the bed, but he had yet to see Leah. A growl in the corner made him look to his left.

Leah was crouched in the corner. Her face was blotched with red spots and her hair was in disarray. What struck him the most was Leah's growling. Her teeth were white and she was drooling.

Without notice, she leapt at Allenhurst, knocking him completely off his feet. Her fingernails dug into his neck and arms as he tried to protect his face. He could feel the deep scratches filling with blood. His yell quickly brought another guard into the room.

Leah struggled against the two men, but they were too big for her. She continued to kick her legs and thrash around while they tried in earnest to subdue her.

"Leah, enough!" The words seared like lightning.

Leah stopped her struggles and looked at Savannah who had just entered the room. She growled.

"Well, it looks like we've brought out the animal in you." Savannah said as she walked over to the bed. She bent down, took Sterling's hand, and watched it drop to the mattress.

Through her red-swollen eyes and disheveled thoughts, Leah watched Savannah check Sterling's pulse. There was none.

"You killed her." Leah growled.

Savannah raised her eyes to Leah but then quickly looked away. Her upper lip slightly trembled as if she were about to cry.

"You killed her!" Leah screamed.

Snapping out of her reverie, Savannah faced Leah. She squared her shoulders and lowered her voice. "Before the night is over, you can join Sterling in death." Savannah walked to where the men were holding Leah. Savannah grabbed Leah's chin. "You tried to deceive me and make me think that you had no feelings for Sterling. That was your first mistake. Your second mistake was not begging to get into my bed. I could have given you everything. Now, your grief has turned to rage. It's a pity, Leah, that you didn't have the foresight to fall in love with me and not her." Savannah gestured toward the bed. "I'm about to become the most powerful woman in the world. Nothing," she shouted in Leah's face, "nothing will come between me and the power I desire."

Leah spat in Savannah's face.

The slap was hard and landed directly across Leah's temples and nose. She could feel her head swimming. "Get these two in the van," Savannah seethed.

25

Sterling's body was placed in the van by two uniformed men with "Jase Maintenance" embroidered on their left chest. Then they lifted Leah up into the van, her hands bound together in front. One of the men pushed her on to a bench and the other slammed the door shut.

Leah heard them lock the door.

There were no windows in the van and the only light came from a small, bare light bulb on the ceiling. A pile of old, brown sacks had been thrown on the floor away from the doors.

She could hear the engine being started and felt the van lurch forward.

A low groan made Leah look in the direction of the sacks. She could just make out the slumped figure of a body. She slid over on the wooden bench to get a closer look.

"Dr. Servais?" Leah's eyes grew wide. "Dr. Servais, is that you?"

"Oui," came the forced reply.

Leah got on her knees and with her bound hands tried to help Jacqueline sit up.

"Ohhh, Leah be careful," Jacqueline said, her voice strained.

Leah stopped and looked at Jacqueline. The doctor's arms were at awkward angles pointing away from her body. "They broke your arms?"

"Oui, the bastards."

"Why?"

"I wouldn't give them the Serpentine. Savannah had them break one arm at a time."

Leah cringed. "She's gone mad."

"And, she's dying."

"Savannah's dying? From what?"

"She's in the advanced stage of ovarian cancer. She doesn't have much time left." Jacqueline explained through clenched teeth.

"Good, she deserves to die." Leah, trying not to lose control of her emotions, pointed angrily at Sterling's body. "She killed Sterling." Leah hung her head. A new wave of tears coursed down her red cheeks.

Jacqueline didn't respond.

"Sterling's dead, Dr. Servais," Leah raised her voice, "didn't you hear what I just said?"

Jacqueline looked over at Sterling but said nothing.

Leah shook her head and tried to calm the rage boiling in her veins. "I thought you were suppose to be her — "

"Shhh, Leah, be quiet."

"How can I be quiet? We're all going to die. Sterling's already there."

"Leah," Jacqueline's eyes moved to Leah's face. "Sterling isn't dead."

"What?" Leah stopped, her head spinning. The movements of the van were making her nauseated. "But she stopped breathing, she has no pulse, no heart beat —I checked."

"You gave her the pill hidden in the handle of the knife?"

"Yes, and she died shortly after that." Leah's face grew redder.

"The pill was suppose to make her look dead. Sterling is in a very deep sleep, that's all."

Leah got on her knees and crawled to where Sterling was lying. She put her head on Sterling's chest to see if she could hear a heartbeat. She could only hear the van's motor. She looked at Jacqueline, confused.

"Trust me, Leah, Sterling is still very much alive. The effects of the pill last for about six hours. When did you give it to her?"

"About five hours ago."

"Then she should be returning soon." Jacqueline smiled. "Do you still have the knife?"

"Yes, it's right here," Leah said. She sat up and carefully tugged at it with her bound hands. She had put the knife in her waistband.

"Good, cut your hands loose and come here."

It took Leah a while to saw through the ropes, but she eventually managed to free her hands. She rubbed her wrists.

"Take my pager off my belt," Jacqueline instructed.

Leah was careful not to nudge Jacqueline's arms. She removed the pager.

"There's a tiny notch in the side. When you press it, it will open a small compartment. But—"

Leah jumped.

"Open it very carefully," Jacqueline cautioned. "Inside is the Serpentine Sapphire."

The small pager didn't seem large enough to hold the Serpentine, but upon closer examination, Leah realized that the pager was a realistic-looking fake. She cautiously opened the compartment. In the light, the Serpentine Sapphire sparkled brilliantly. Leah held her breath as she examined the stone. She wished she had had her OptiVisor, or at least her jeweler's loupe, so she could get a closer look at the stone. Her hand went to the stone.

"Don't touch it, Leah." Jacqueline warned.

Leah looked longingly at the gem. "Tell me what would happen if I did touch it. What would I feel?"

"You at first feel a tingling rush flow through your body followed by a sudden flash of heat. The heat would travel from your heart to your pelvis where it would stop."

Leah's eyes grew wide. Embarrassed she tried to look away from Jacqueline but couldn't.

"The powerful erotic sensation would increase between your legs. Your body, captivated by the tingling and throbbing, would betray you. You would feel the most intense orgasm growing stronger and stronger. The feeling would continue to swirl and climb, until your knees buckled. It would hold you on the edge until you promised to give your soul. Once you did, the Serpent would fill you with a hunger so great, you'd do anything to satisfy it."

"I wouldn't give my soul away," Leah retorted.

"Would you like me to prove my point?"

"No," Leah shut the pager and looked away.

"Leah, Leah look at me," Jacqueline coaxed.

Leah raised her head slowly. Her cheeks were red.

"You hold our futures in your hand. Savannah must not get this. Whatever she does to us, you must not cave-in. She must not touch the Serpentine. If she does, we are all doomed." Jacqueline laid her head against the wall and stopped speaking.

"Dr. Servais?" Leah looked at Jacqueline and realized the doctor had passed out. She took the pager and tucked it in her blouse. She then went over to Sterling.

"Sterling, come back to me. I need to see your eyes and hear your voice." She hugged Sterling's still body.

It was a perfect Halloween night. The ocean waves crashed upon the rocks in a passionate, timeless battle of water against land. Dark clouds concealed the full moon as violent streaks of lightning illuminated the late night sky. The wind drove the rain into the ground with force as travelers on the freeway slowed their vehicles. A black limousine, followed by a white van, cautiously made their way out of the clinic parking lot and on to the freeway. They headed west, leaving Palo Alto behind. They then turned south on Interstate 280.

Savannah could feel blood oozing between her legs. The feeling made her nauseated. She grabbed a bottle of brandy and took a huge swallow of the brown liquid. Before the night was over, she vowed to herself, she would be free of the cancer.

She then took out her black, nine millimeter Beretta and examined it. The pistol, with its sleek design, had come in handy many times. Tonight, it would be used once more before finding its final home deep in the Pacific Ocean.

She watched the lightning with fascination while the driver steadily drove south on Interstate 880 toward Santa Cruz. She loaded the gun and caressed the cold steel body. Nothing would get in the way of her possession of the Serpentine Sapphire—nothing. She knew Jacqueline had the gem somewhere on her body, and she would take her apart sinew by sinew until she found it.

The riches of the universe were within her grasp.

Sterling remained motionless and Jacqueline moved restlessly in her unconsciousness, trying to find a position where she wouldn't bump her arms. Leah sat next to Sterling, gently stroking her hand.

"I need you, Sterling," she whispered thinking about all the atrocities she had seen. Even though Sterling and Jacqueline were with her, Leah grew overwhelmed by what could happen to them. She was sure that Savannah meant to get the Serpentine Sapphire from Jacqueline and would kill her if necessary. And Savannah would kill Leah, too, if she knew Leah now had the gem. If luck would have it, and if Sterling remained sedated, she would not be as obvious a target as the other two. But Savannah was weakening and that made Leah even more anxious.

She didn't know where they were headed, but Leah did know for certain that help would not be close by. She felt the van slow down. It made a right turn and she could feel the tires traversing a dirt road. The three occupants in the back of the van bounced around. Jacqueline groaned.

Leah closed her eyes for a moment. "I promise to do everything I can to get us out of here alive," she whispered to her companions, "and, I'll see to it that Savannah never gets her hands on the Serpentine."

She quickly took a piece of rope and loosely bound her hands.

The limousine, followed by the van, took a frontage road off of 880 and traveled three miles before coming to a dirt road. A sign posted at the entrance said, "Caution Shark Infested Waters. Swimming Prohibited." The car and van bumped along the road until they came to a halt in front of some large gray rocks. The ocean waves could be heard on the other side.

The two men who put Leah and Sterling in the back of the van opened the door cautiously. They had seen Allenhurt's face and knew what Leah could do with her fingernails. They were being paid a large sum of money for tonight's work, but they didn't want the added burden of a scarred face.

They roughly helped Leah out of the van. The night air was damp and she could see lightning in the distance. The mountain range cast its shadow over the rocky coastline and seemed to hold back the rain. Torches were lit.

Savannah appeared out of the dark, pointing her Beretta at Leah's chest while the two men and Captain Allenhurst got Jacqueline and Sterling out of the van.

Leah quickly glanced to see if Sterling was moving, but she was still out. Jacqueline suffered her pain in silence as they jostled her over the rocks.

The ocean looked large, cold and uninviting. The waves were not particularly strong at this outcropping of rock, but the black liquid made the entire area look eerie.

Leah shivered in the black dampness.

The group of seven, one of the men carrying Sterling, walked along the coast to an area where the rock formation flattened. Nature had cut out and created a smooth stage in this rugged environment. The wind swirled around the torches, causing the flames to move in rhythm with the ocean waves. The smell of decaying fish and algae was strong.

They laid Sterling out on the hard surface with her back against a rock. She looked like she had just fallen asleep, her head bent with her legs out in front of her. Her hands were not tied but fell limply at her sides.

Just before she looked away, Leah saw Sterling's hand twitch. The small movement went unnoticed by the others.

"Let's get this over with," Savannah's voice pierced the night. "I have many things to do tonight and I'm pressed for time. So, if you two would be kind enough to give me the Serpentine Sapphire, I'll let you go free."

Jacqueline raised her head and laughed. It was a laugh filled with agony. "Free? No, my dear Savannah, you will never set us free. Freedom to you is death and we're not ready to go there yet."

"You know, Jacqueline, you're a strong woman —I once really admired that in you, but I'm now finding your bravado a bit boring. Your legs have yet to be broken."

"Your threats do not frighten me." Jacqueline's jaw was set.

"No, maybe not you, but what about her?" She pointed toward Leah. "Leah, would you like to see how Dr. Servais' arms were broken?"

Leah looked quickly at Savannah and then at Jacqueline. She stood straight.

One of Savannah's men walked over to Jacqueline. He took her by her broken limbs and threw her to the ground. She screamed.

"Savannah!" Leah shouted. "For a healer, you've sure caused enough pain and agony."

Savannah laughed. "When I get what I want I can be very easy to work with. When I'm pushed to my limit —like tonight —I really don't care who suffers. Perhaps, you'd like to have your arms broken in the same manner as Jacqueline."

"I'm not afraid of you, Savannah." Leah yelled over the waves.

"That's too bad, because you should be." Savannah smiled and nodded her head.

Jacqueline screamed again. One of the men took her left foot and began to twist it at the ankle. Another scream filled the night air.

"First, we'll dislocate the knee cap and then we'll bend her leg in the opposite direction."

"Savannah, you're mad — " Leah tried to take the attention off of Jacqueline. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sterling move. "Let me show you the good that the Serpentine can do." She forced her hands apart, ripping the loosely tied knots free. "I have the Serpentine. It's right here."

Savannah watched as Leah opened the pager. The Serpentine sparkled in the darkness. Savannah laughed. "Good, you want me to do good with the Serpentine?"

"You got into medicine because you wanted to heal. Every nerve in your body still has the strong need to heal — you can't escape that."

"You're talking about the past, Leah, a past I've forgotten," Savannah's voice wavered.

"No, you haven't. Before Raven kidnapped your soul, you really wanted to find a cure for cancer." Leah kept a close watch on Sterling while trying to gain more time. "And now you're dying from the disease you so wanted to cure. Where is Raven now, Savannah?"

"I am Raven," Savannah spat, "I will be the greatest physician that ever lived."

"No, because I have the Serpentine." Leah waved the stone in front of Savannah. "With the Serpentine you could bring the dead back to life. Watch." The brilliance of the light that surrounded the gem was blinding.

Savannah looked at the sapphire and took a step closer toward Leah.

Leah pointed the gem at Sterling and said, "Sterling, return from the dead. Open your eyes and stand up."

All eyes were on Sterling, but nothing happened. Seconds dragged by like the thick air that engulfed the small group. The two maintenance men looked at each other, their eyes wide. The dark environment and the light of the Serpentine were playing on their nerves. One of the men nervously tapped his foot.

"See, Leah, you lie. The Serpentine can't be used for good — it can only be used for evil — " Savannah stopped as she watched Sterling open her eyes and slowly stand.

Sterling shook her head. Her face was ghostly white but her dark eyes flamed with an eerie glow. She took a step in the direction of the maintenance men and reached out her hand.

"I brought back Laurel Hamilton, too." Leah raised her voice so all could hear. "And I'll continue to bring back every one of your victims and have them haunt you and your men for the rest of eternity."

The two men again glanced at each other. The guy tapping his foot stood rigid, his mouth open. He took a step back and mumbled, "Dr. Jase, you can keep your money —I don't need the dead following me." He took off in the direction of the van. The other guy looked at Savannah, and without a word followed the first guy.

Savannah fired a shot over the retreating men's heads. "Allenhurst, get your men back here —now," she yelled. "This is all a trick."

"No trick, Savannah. The dead want revenge for the evil you have created." Leah knew she was pushing Savannah, but had no choice but to make her snap.

Savannah whipped around, raised the gun, and pointed it at Leah's heart. "Shut up, bitch. I can still kill you."

"Not while I have the Serpentine in my hand, Savannah. You shoot me and the force will knock me into the ocean."

"No! Get the stone from her," Savannah screamed at Allenhurst.

He didn't move.

"Didn't you hear me? Get the sapphire from her," she screamed again.

Allenhurst began to slowly back up. From his eyes, Savannah looked like a raving lunatic, her gray hair disheveled in the wind, her eyes wild with rage and want.

The shot rang out in the damp night and landed between the Captain's two blue eyes. He sank to his knees and then slumped to the sand.

Savannah turned and pointed the smoking pistol at Leah. "I want the Serpentine, now!"

Sterling took a step to the right and stopped. "Savannah, be careful. If you take one more step toward Leah, you will place yourself in line between the Guardian and me."

Savannah looked around remembering Raven's words. "You must never be caught in the line formed by Sterling and the Guardian. If you do you will die." She considered her options, all of which were not to her liking. She turned and pointed the gun at Jacqueline.

"Noooooooo," Leah screamed as she pointed the Serpentine at Jacqueline.

A brilliant flash flew through the air. Jacqueline's body was engulfed by flames. The bullet exploded in the air, missing the intended target.

Savannah's eyes grew wide as she watched Jacqueline emerge from the flames —her arms no longer broken. "The Serpentine is mine," Savannah screamed, "give it to me!"

Leah laughed. "No, Savannah, the Serpentine is mine."

Savannah watched in horror as Leah took the stone out of the pager and held it in her hand.

"I am the most powerful woman in the universe, and you are now my slave."

Lights of all colors swirled around Leah, piercing the night with bright flashes. A strong wind came up and whipped around the four women.

The feeling was exactly how Jacqueline had described it. Leah could feel the powerful sensation between her legs. The tingling and throbbing increased. Her knees buckled and she stumbled, going closer to the rock's edge.

Seeing Leah distracted, Savannah lunged at her, trying to grab the Serpentine, but the force knocked them down and they both plunged into the sea.

The sea erupted into a caldron of foam. A large crescent-shaped fin, two feet in length, sliced through the water and headed for where the two women had disappeared. The great white shark smelled Savannah's blood and cruised through the dark water at lightning speed.

Leah felt the cold, salty water slam against her and she was tossed around by the current. She felt a hand grab for her foot and tug violently. She never saw the giant fin that slapped her and sent her twirling out of control into the rocks. As she slammed into the rocks, she felt a slimy tentacle grab the Serpentine out of her hand.

She heard a horrible scream near by. And then there was nothing.

26

The cold, salty ocean seemed to hold Leah in its grasp. She saw a giant fin coming near her over and over again, but she twirled out of reach. The rocks, so solid and unkind, met her with each new wave of exhaustion.

"It's been three weeks," Antonio stood beside Leah's hospital bed, "do you have any idea when she'll come back?"

Dr. Susan Evans looked over Leah's chart for the fifth time that morning. "Physically, Leah is healing very well from being tossed around on the rocks, but, emotionally, she has to walk through all of the turmoil and devastation she witnessed these past several months." Dr. Evans smiled at Antonio. "She'll come back, just give her time."

Dr. Evans put the chart back on the footboard and left the room just as Valentine appeared in the doorway.

"Hi, how's the patient?" She walked up to Antonio and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Dr. Evans said she's healing just fine."

"But?"

Leah just needs time to come to grips with the stuff she witnessed, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders.

You miss her?" Valentine's large brown eyes were filled with concern.

Antonio nodded.

"Me, too!" Valentine picked up Leah's right hand and kissed it.

"I still can't believe that she dove into shark infested waters." He ran his hand through his reddish brown hair. "What was she thinking?"

"She didn't dive, she was pushed. My guess is she didn't know that that area was a feeding ground for sharks. The van they were in didn't have any windows, so she would never have seen the warnings posted all over."

Valentine shrugged.

"She had no other choice. Savannah was systematically going to shoot everyone there until she got the Serpentine. Leah did what she needed to do."

"How's Sterling doing, have you heard?" He asked.

"Better. It's amazing that Dr. Servais was able to remove that device from Sterling's spine —and not a minute too soon." Valentine touched Leah's face. "She saved a lot of lives."

"And, I for one will be eternally grateful to her," Sterling said as she walked into the room wearing a terry-cloth robe.

"Hi, how are you feeling?" Antonio and Valentine said in union. They both went over to Sterling and gently hugged her.

"My stitches came out this morning and the inflammation is gone. They're going to do a couple more blood tests, and if those are okay, I can leave the hospital tomorrow."

"It's amazing how you were able to live with that device connected to you for all those years. And the pain, my God, you and Leah are like superwomen." Antonio gushed.

"Keep this up, Antonio, and I just might throw up." Valentine rolled her eyes. "Can I see where it was?"

Sterling rolled down the collar of her robe and pushed her black hair away.

"Wow, your scar looks like a lightning bolt." Valentine said. "Luckily, no one will ever see it."

"Except Leah," Sterling smiled. She winked at Antonio.

His face turned red. "So, she actually touched the Serpentine."

Sterling nodded. "Luckily, when Savannah pushed her into the ocean the stone fell out of her hand. It wouldn't have taken much more time before the Serpentine would have claimed Leah."

"And good thing Savannah was so greedy," Valentine added. "Leah must have taken quite the blow. I just wish she'd open her eyes and say something."

"Me, too." Antonio looked at his sister. He bent over and kissed Leah's cheek. He reached in his pocket and pulled out an amulet he had made especially for her. He hooked the white gold chain around her neck.

"Antonio, it's beautiful," Sterling said, gesturing toward the amulet.

"Its got healing powers," he whispered.

The light from the hall filtered in through the half-closed door. Leah's face was cloaked by the shadows. Sterling carefully made her way around the bed and stood watching Leah breathe. She slowly moved all the tubing aside and gently got up on the bed. She laid next to Leah with her arm draped lightly over Leah's chest.

"Leah, come back to me. I need to see your eyes and hear your voice," she whispered hugging Leah's still body.

"So, this Dr. Jase was responsible for Wesley's drinking and her death?" Mrs. Tate walked among the grave markers with her gloved hand neatly tucked into the crook of Leah's arm.

"And many others." The brisk November wind howled through the bare trees. Without the sun, the day seemed colder than it actually was.

"She was such an evil woman." Virginia Tate shook her head in dismay. "You wonder how someone can become such a terrible person like that."

The two women stopped in front of Wesley's grave. She was buried next to her father. The cemetery was deserted except for Leah and Virginia.

'It breaks my heart to know that evil Dr. Jase almost took you away, too." Mrs. Tate began to cry.

Leah put her arm around Virginia. "We don't have to worry about her anymore.

"That nice police Sergeant told me that they found pieces of her along the coastline. Is it true that the great white shark that attacked her was 50 feet long?"

"I don't know; luckily I never saw it." Leah shivered.

"Would you have jumped in knowing that there was a creature that size swimming around?"

"For Sterling, yes." Leah looked past Mrs. Tate to see Sterling standing by the car. She stood with her collar up as the wind tossed her hair. Leah placed a red carnation on Wesley's grave.

They talked little as they walked back. Leah helped Mrs. Tate into the car. She rolled down the window and kissed Leah goodbye. She beckoned to Sterling. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Sterling." Virginia signaled Sterling to step closer. "Watch that one," she cocked her head in Leah's direction. "She just might love the stuffing out of you. So, you'd better get some meat on those bones, girl!" She winked at Sterling and touched the driver on the shoulder. "Goodbye, dears."

Sterling straightened and stiffly walked toward Leah. The warmth of Mrs. Tate's words made her smile.

Leah helped Sterling into the car, feeling somewhat guilty about stopping at the cemetery before going home. They had flown into Minneapolis from San Francisco that morning and were both tired. But Sterling had insisted that she was fine and that she would stay in the car while Leah and Mrs. Tate had a chance to visit. Sterling also knew that Leah needed to say goodbye to Wesley.

As Leah looked at Wesley's grave, a sudden ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and fell on the granite marker. Within seconds it was gone. Leah smiled. In the bleakness of the cemetery among the reminders of death, Leah closed her eyes and acknowledged her gratitude for life.

"Sterling, I believe it's time for your daily soak in the tub." Leah smiled seductively. She started the engine, her own and the car's.

"Doctor's orders?" Sterling's smile equaled Leah's in brilliance and passion. She brought her hand up and caressed the back of Leah's neck. The leather glove felt warm on Leah's cold skin.

"No, mine."

The bath water steamed the mirrors surrounding the sunken tub on three sides. The soft, track lighting on the ceiling created an atmosphere rich in colors and shadows. Candlelight added to the ambiance. Guitar music floated out from hidden speakers placed around the room. Deep, plush forest green rugs were scattered on the floor. Three steps led to the gray and white swirled marble tub as the silver faucets sparkled in the candlelight.

Leah slid into the heated water, barely causing a ripple. The warm liquid covered her naked body and soothed away the tension and strain. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the side. Absorbing the music through her senses, she could almost picture the long, slender fingers of the guitar player stroking the nylon strings. The almond-scented water had a euphoric effect on her and she slipped deeper into the depths. The candles flickered. Leah clasped her arms around herself as she felt a sudden draft on her neck.

A body like yours should never be covered."

Leah lazily opened her eyes to see Sterling peering down at her. Their eyes met and held as the smoldering embers of passion ignited. Sterling turned and walked up the steps to the vanity. She wore a long, silky forest green robe held together the waist by a matching sash. She sat down on the chair and took a silver brush and ran it through her hair. She expertly wove the long black strands into one braid and pinned it at the nape of her neck. From where she sat, Sterling could see Leah in the mirror. The candlelight fell on her face.

Leah watched Sterling work with her hair, marveling at the texture and the dark color that reflected the subdued lighting. Their eyes met and held. Leah blushed as she found herself unable to look away.

"How," Sterling cleared her throat, "how did you know the police were using a police officer to pose as Laurel Hamilton?"

"Valentine called me on the flight to California. I got the message right before I went to see Savannah."

"So, you knew that the phone call Laurel made and the letters she sent to Savannah weren't really Laurel?"

"It was Valentine's idea. She thought it might freak Savannah out. And it did." Leah caught a piece of cinnamon hair that fell over her eyes and pulled it back over her ear. She nodded. "I didn't know if Savannah was superstitious, but when her men saw you 'come alive’ I pretty well knew they'd be easy to spook."

"I still can't believe you held the Serpentine in your hand." Sterling said in a low voice. "Especially since you knew what it could do to you."

"I had no choice," Leah smiled. "I had to make Savannah think I was serious."

"You mean about being the most powerful woman in the world?"

Leah nodded. "It was all an act."

"No way," Sterling laughed. "The Serpentine had you. If Savannah hadn't knocked you into the ocean, and you hadn't dropped it, the outcome would have been a lot different."

"Not true. I am the most powerful woman in the world." Leah's smile was seductive. "I can make things come to me."

"Prove it," Sterling countered.

For a long moment the two women sat locked in each other's gaze.

"Come here," Leah said simply.

Sterling placed the brush on the vanity and turned to face Leah. The movement caused the robe to fall partially away, revealing her exquisitely shaped thighs. She stood and deliberately brought her hands to the sash. Slowly, she untied it and dropped the ends to her side. The robe fell open, dropping off her shoulders.

In the mirror, Leah's gaze was brought to Sterling's graceful back and tapered waist. In the light, she could see the six-inch, lightning bolt scar. But before her thoughts could focus on the cause of the scar, the robe slid graciously to the floor. Leah held her breath as she took in Sterling's naked body for the very first time.

The weeks since the surgery had had a remarkable effect on Sterling. She had gained weight in her arms and legs, looked rested from afternoon naps and uninterrupted nights, and smiled frequently when she talked. On several occasions, Leah also heard Sterling laugh. It was a wonderful sound.

Sterling approached the steps and descended each one with ease. When she reached the last step, Leah rose from the water and held out her hands. Sterling watched the beads of water roll between Leah's full breasts. She traced a drop with her finger as it traveled to Leah's navel. The touch sent flames to Sterling's core. Taking Leah's hands, Sterling stepped down into the warm water.

Overcome by Leah's nearness, Sterling grew dizzy. To steady herself, she leaned her forehead on Leah's shoulder. They remained like that for a several minutes until Leah's hand cupped Sterling's chin.

Their kiss was long overdue.

"Wow," Sterling smiled, "you are powerful."