From The Journal Of Lorraine Ellis
February 20, 1925
Had I met Gail Peters in a different world, I would not have imagined her to be the leader of the Order. She was a short, dark-haired woman in her early forties with a mountain of a man who did not leave her side. Her husband, I assumed.
It had just been me and Wesley to meet with her at the hotel in Paris, though he had Brotherhood and Knights to watch from a distance should anything have happened.
She knew what we were there for, holding the key tightly in her grasp as she smiled as soon as Wesley mentioned it. That smile was cold, calculating. She had wanted him to beg for it, offer up anything and everything he had.
He would not.
I did not blame him when he got up and walked out, grasping my hand firmly as I met Gail's eyes. But before we could leave, her smile grew.
She said, "Give Warren Taylor my love...or should I say Jesse Gordon? But it looks like he has someone else who loves him now, too. Hopefully you will get away before you end up like his lovely Celia..."
Wesley had stopped cold, hand gripping mine even harder as he turned and hissed through his teeth an insult I will not repeat.
I did not ask who Celia was...but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as to who she was to Jesse.
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