Infinite Spring: Guardians of The Light, #2

By J.A. Armitage

With the evil Jago caught and locked in the cellar and the girl of her dreams in her arms, Anais has finally got everything she ever wanted. Things are not always what they seem though and soon Anais realises she's in for the fight of her life, not just to save the world but also to save her first love.
The Guardians saga continues as Anais fights the darkness and tries to bring The Light to the shade of her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.A.Armitage
• Release date: Oct 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536512816

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Chapter Two

She quickly stood up and followed Alex as quickly as her crutches would allow. Once inside the small kitchen she closed the door behind her.

Alex had already put the kettle on and was busy putting coffee into two mugs.

That’s not him! she whispered hurriedly, not wanting the man at the other side of the door to hear.

What do you mean, it’s not him? Of course, it’s him. We found loads of documentation in his house with his name on it. Jago Cutter. It’s hardly a common name, especially in Italy.

That’s it? Documentation? I’m telling you, that’s not Jago!

Anais. It dated back over three hundred years. He’d meticulously kept every bit of documentation he’d ever possessed. Everything, all neatly sorted in a filing cabinet. What is the likelihood of there being another Jago Cutter who lived to such a ripe old age? None, it’s impossible. Plus you are forgetting how we caught him in the first place. He had so many paintings of the village where we all lived over six centuries ago.

Anais remembered back to how he had been caught. When he had first known the Guardians over six hundred years ago, they had all lived in a small village in Northern England. It was seeing pictures of this village, painted how it would have been six hundred years ago signed by Jago Cutter, on the internet that led them to him.

It can’t be him. He’s not tall enough. He’s too thin. There’s something not quite right. He looks too old, too. How old was he when he took the potion? Thirty -five?

He was about forty I think. He just looks different in the light of day. He was wearing a mask, the night he attacked you. He’s probably lost weight since being here. We haven’t been feeding him.

You haven’t been feeding him? At all? Anais could barely believe what she was hearing.

We don’t really need food to survive, which just proves my point. He’s been here weeks without food and with only water to drink and he’s still alive. If he was a normal human being, he’d have died of starvation by now. Besides, Aldrich recognised him. He knew him better than all of us. He spent years working with him. Anais it’s definitely him.

He poured the freshly boiled water into the two cups and stirred. For Jago, he extracted a plastic cup from the cupboard and filled it with cold water from the tap. He picked up his own coffee and Jago’s water and headed out of the kitchen.

Anais, in a state of disbelief, ignored her coffee and using her crutches, walked as quickly as she could to the door. She opened the door and made her way past the two men, ignoring them completely, taking the elevator back up to the larder. Once inside the main kitchen, she got together a bit of food as best she could. It was slow going because of the crutches, which meant she could not hold anything too big or heavy. She solved the problem by finding a plastic carrier bag which she could dangle off one of the crutches. Into it she put a whole loaf of freshly baked bread, some sliced meat from the fridge and some apples. She then found a bottle of juice which she also added to the bag. It was too heavy to add much more, but she could see a couple of the pink iced cupcakes like the one she had eaten earlier just sitting on the table. She put them in the bag and hobbled back into the larder.

Back down in the cellar, once through the metal door with all its security, she moved over to Jago and handed him the bag.

I’m sorry I couldn’t make the sandwiches. You’ll just have to make do.

Anais. What the hell are you doing? Alex raised his voice to her, more from shock than anger. You can’t make the sandwiches because he broke your leg into a million pieces not long ago. Have you forgotten that?

Anais was acutely aware that they were having this conversation right in front of Jago, but he seemed too wrapped up in his first meal in three weeks to pay any notice to either of them. Anais glanced down at him, devouring the bread, and carried on.

Alex. I haven’t forgotten. Of course I haven’t, but not feeding him? It’s barbaric.

He doesn’t need food. It’s a waste.

Look how thin he is. We all need food. Ok, he might survive a really long time without it but look at him. You are starving him to death slowly.

Well, that will solve the problem of what to do with him then, won’t it? Anais had never seen him so angry. She knew that if the lights went out now, she’d see him practically glowing, another side effect of The Light Elixir.

Anais had a thought. It was not one that would quell Alex’s anger, but she verbalised it anyway.

I want to talk to him, alone, until Rafe gets here at nine o’clock.

Are you serious? He’s dangerous!

He’s chained up. I’ll stay out of arms reach. What damage can he do with all those chains on?

Ok, fine. If that’s what you want. Just don’t expect him to talk. With that he stormed out of the