Under Wicked Sky_Book 2 by S.G. Seabourne

Author:S.G. Seabourne [Seabourne, S.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-26T04:00:00+00:00

6

Dylan

As soon as I parked the sedan in front of the garage and turned off the engine, I heard the wail of an unhappy infant from within the house. Not a surprise: Ben and Lilly had been on babysitting duty tonight while everyone else scavenged the Norris’s place.

"I knew it was a bad idea to leave Jane with Lilly," Merlot said from the passenger seat. Then she gasped and pointed to the living room window. "Look!"

A cold, flickering light from a TV played across the drawn curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window, shining out to the forest.

"What's she thinking?" I unbuckled my seatbelt and yanked open the car door. I didn’t hear any waking griffin calls. Not yet. It would only take one to notice, though.

"Is she watching a movie?" Merlot demanded. “She’s not supposed to do that."

I shook my head. No, that was both stupid and wasteful of our remaining generator power. I had no illusions about my little sister, but Lilly was not stupid. "Maybe someone finally got a message out over a TV signal?"

Terry and Clarissa were already out of their truck and hurrying for the front door. Terry's face was dark with anger.

Clarissa caught my eye and raised her eyebrows. “What’s she up to?”

I shrugged a reply.

Terry slammed open the door and charged through. "What do you think you’re doing? Turn that off, right now." He stopped mid-stride, blocking the doorway. "What are you watching?"

Clarissa touched the small of Terry's back to move him aside and let everybody else through. Immediately, Merlot squeezed past to take Baby Jane from Ben's arms.

Ben looked relieved and more than a little overwhelmed. The baby looked outraged.

Speaking sweetly and bouncing Jane in her arms, Merlot stepped into the nearest bedroom and closed the door behind her.

I turned my attention back to Lilly. The big TV screen was on, but not turned to one of the news channels. The grainy black and white picture looked like old security footage of a large room. No, a... cave? Two figures stood by a tide pool.

With a swooping sensation, I recognized myself on the screen. I was maybe six or seven years old, wearing the same T-shirt I'd had in the vision in the basement. It was the same cave. The same day.

Lilly twisted around on the couch to face us. Her face was a blaze of anger as she pointed an accusing finger at me. "You knew the griffins were coming, and you never said anything!"

"What?" Terry said, turning to me.

"What?" I repeated. "Lilly, you know better than to point." It was one of the rules in the household. Old superstition from my mother’s side of the family.

"It's right there!" she said, but lowered her finger. "On that old, stupid tape! Why didn't you say something bad was going to happen? Why didn't you warn us?" Her face scrunched up almost as if she were on the verge of tears. But not Lilly. That was impossible. "You could have told us. You could have told Dad!"

A surge of anger tinged with regret burned through my surprise.

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