He took another sip of his Scotch and then sighed. “Remy, you remember the last time Cornelia and I saw you?” ‘Airport. ’ ’ Hayward nodded. “We were returning from the best specialists in the country. Cornelia had only two months to live at that point.” “What?” Remy almost stood, but instead moved to the edge of the couch. ‘Nothing anyone could do. Hereditary illness, the same that killed her mother. I had always feared it would take my daughter, too, and it did.” Remy didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing as Hayward again sipped his Scotch. “I spent most of Cornelia’s life working on a way to save her. When you last saw us, I had determined that I had failed. There was no cure. So I went the next step. I figured out a way to bring her back after she was dead. ’ ’ “De Elixir o’ Life?” Remy asked. For generations both the thieves’ guild and the assassins’ guild had fought over the Elixir of Life. It was the very reason Remy had been banned from his hometown.
