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    Destiny: Timewalkers: 1
    Destiny: Timewalkers: 1
    Destiny: Timewalkers: 1
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    Destiny: Timewalkers: 1

    By Claire Conrad

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    Desire... Deception... and one woman's Destiny...

    Alexa doesn’t want the “gift” that makes her able to travel back through time, but should she refuse, seven billion people will die from a horrible bio-agent known in her time as the Red Death.

    Alexa’s duty is to stop the Red Death by any means necessary, even if she must destroy its creator, Luke Lawson. However, once she meets Luke, her mission becomes clouded. The viral cultures are missing, Luke’s superiors are keeping deadly secrets, desire burns like wildfire in their blood, and the clock is ticking.

    Will Alexa be forced to destroy the man she’s come to love?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTydbyts Media
    Release dateJan 6, 2021
    ISBN9791220247665
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      Destiny - Claire Conrad

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      Prologue

      Alexa thought she was ready for death to find her. Every firstborn daughter of her mother’s line had answered the Archiver’s call, had walked the strands of time and never come home, some as young as fifteen. Others, like herself, had been both blessed and cursed not to be taken until they were a decade older. And yet, despite years of listening to her mother’s warnings, Alexa was not prepared for the freezing shock of her journey. She wanted to scream in terror as her car plummeted off the cliff.

      Instead, cold numbness turned her limbs to rubber and her mind went blank. Resignation killed any fear she would have felt as weightlessness lifted her from the driver’s seat and the pounding surf of the Pacific rose to collide with the windshield of her baby brother’s cherry-red Mustang. She’d known this day was coming, known since she was old enough to bend the light, known that she would not live out her days with her family. She’d waited for years for the Archiver to come for her, to take her life and transport her somewhere else. To another place, a new home. To another time.

      A blinding flash of white light engulfed her body just as the hood of her car crashed into the water. She wasn’t drowning, but she had no air to breathe in this in-between dimension. Her mother had explained the frigid reality of the time strands, how her flesh would feel as if it were being systematically stripped to her bones by endless shards of splintering ice.

      This one-way trip to the future would last less than a minute. One minute in her own personal Purgatory. So, she gritted her teeth and waited. Waited for the agony to subside. Waited and prayed for the nirvana of soft green grass brushing at her skin like a thousand tickling fingertips.

      Her mother had been a Timewalker, and her mother before her, and so on, since the Archivers had chosen her ancestor. According to her mother, the women in her line had only one real choice to make, death or service. That had been her ancestor, Alyssa’s, choice nearly over five hundred years ago, and the eldest daughter in each generation now owed the Archiver a life.

      The family gift—invisibility—had been handed down from mother to daughter for seventeen generations. Her heritage swelled her head and chest with pride. But the unrelenting grip of her ancestry also squeezed her with arduous pressure, demanding she not fail. She did not want to be the first of her line to bring her family dishonor. However, a far heavier burden threatened to pull her into the suffocating quicksand of fear as the knowledge of her mission poured into her mind with the light.

      Billions of lives were at stake. Billions. Including her own precious family, who would have aged a few years, but should still be alive and thriving in this near version of the future.

      Should she fail, they’d die with the rest and never even know she was here.

      She would not fail. She was ready. Her mother had ensured that, taught her how to use her gift to cloak her presence, prepared her for the call of the Archiver and the freezing blast of white fire that swept her on her journey through time and burned the knowledge she would need into her mind, a merciless explosion of information implanted in her aching head as she travelled. The Timewalkers were never called upon to ride the strands of time unless the assignment was of catastrophic importance. There was no such thing as an easy task. She had also warned her daughter not to fall victim to the pounding of the blood, the passion of her Mark, until it was safe to do so. The distraction would endanger the timeline she must now, and forever after, walk upon.

      Panic rose in a crescendo to choke her. Then, as quickly as her roller coaster ride through this icy hell began, it was over. Precious air flooded her starving lungs with heat. She lay on the soft ground and tried to get her bearings as a torrent of warm rain crashed down upon her. A single tear escaped and mingled with the rain on her face. Reality squeezed her heart so tightly she feared it would stop beating. She had arrived, unscathed. There was no going back.

      Earth, Midnight, March 6, five years after her death. Five years into the future. Unless the Archiver had erred.

      Heaven help her then. Heaven help the world.

      Chapter One

      Never once, in all the years of her rebellious youth, had she ever been a thief. How ironic that now, when the fate of this world hung in the balance, everything she had was contraband. She leaned back into the taxi’s sticky plastic seat and hoped the crisp white cotton Capri pants and shirt wouldn’t be ruined by the filth. A twenty-dollar bill burned in her pocket to pay the cabbie. Alexa sank her teeth into a huge red apple and hoped the fruit would provide enough energy to keep her going for a few hours. Doom Central was calling her name.

      Alexa laughed out loud at her own joke and ignored the cab driver’s questioning glance. The overworked cabbie should be used to seeing all sorts of odd things in a city the size of San Antonio. Alexa had lived all over the world. Everywhere, people stared. Except up north. In the far north, she was nothing special. But here she knew she was unique. Her waist-length hair was braided and so pale it gleamed silver. Her eyes flashed a vivid blue in a heart-shaped face. Father had always said she was sixty-two inches of trouble wrapped up in a deceptively innocent-looking package. The thought made her want to laugh. And cry.

      Too soon the cab driver arrived at her destination, one of a handful of Biosafety Level 4 laboratories in the country. The lucky place which, in two months’ time, would be the epicenter of the end of the world. Humanity would die a slow and painful death. Per the Seer’s vision, and the knowledge the Seer had implanted in Alexa’s mind, it would take just under five years from the first diagnosed case of Red Death for ninety-five percent of the world’s population to be wiped out. And it all started here. No-Where-Ville, Texas. A party like any other…a night colored red with blood.

      Yes. She had to track down the two men in charge, erase every piece of data related to the virus, and break into that lab and kill every single cell of Mutation-6 of Ebola in existence. M-6 they called it, until it escaped. Then it became the Red Death, named for the hemorrhagic nature of the victim’s end. They should have called it, stupid-what-the-hell-were-we-thinking?

      Men. The car stopped. Alexa slid out of the backseat of the cab, ignored the driver’s mumbling, and handed him the twenty through his open window with a bright smile pasted on her full pink lips. Always think they can beat Mother Nature.

      Alexa turned away from the cab. The driver took off, mumbling about the faults of crazy women. When she was sure he was gone, she quickly jogged to within sight of the eight-hundred-twenty-one-acre complex. She could stalk her prey, find out where they worked, where they lived, and figure out how to stop them. Alexa fingered the stolen flash drive in her pocket and a shiver of pride raced up her spine. The computer virus on it was a beauty, designed by the advanced race of Archivers who had sent her here. They’d left the code in her mind with explicit instructions on how to use it. It had frightened her at first, the speed with which her fingers had transferred the data from her mind to the laptop she’d stolen. But at that point she hadn’t been in control of her body, the memory implant had. Now she was grateful. Now, all she had to do was get access to one of their systems and the freaky alien program would take care of the rest. Any data, anywhere in the world, on any system linked to this facility would be destroyed.

      Alexa had amassed a nice savings account five years ago. If her mother had kept her word, she would have been able to log on to her accounts. Unfortunately, the dramatic nature of her car accident had made local news, as well as the fact that her body had never been recovered. She had been declared dead, and her accounts shut down. Ten minutes on the internet and Alexa knew the whole story.

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