Aegis Desolation by Segran S. S

Author:Segran, S. S. [Segran, S. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Mystery
Amazon: B08PPX8SPK
Goodreads: 57816489
Publisher: INKmagination Books
Published: 2021-04-20T07:00:00+00:00

The Lodge was silent.

Victor, Deverell, and the friends had made it to the safe house three and a half hours past midnight. They’d been drained and no one spoke during the entire ride. The moment they got through the front door, the Sentries looked over the team’s injuries in the spacious basement-level medbay before the teenagers dragged themselves up to the main floor and locked themselves in their separate rooms.

Gareth, Deverell’s twin, had awoken to greet them and the brothers headed into the kitchen to fill each other in on what had occurred while they’d been apart. Then they, too, retreated to their own quarters.

That left Victor alone in the open-concept living room on the third floor, sipping water from a glass as he stared out of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The city wasn’t visible from the Lodge’s location in the French Alps, but the glowing aurora was. It had started to fade out at the edges and would most likely be gone altogether in a day or two.

He unconsciously cupped his free hand around his throat, recalling the fangs that had nearly carved into him.

And the elderly couple they couldn’t save.

Sometimes he pushed away gruesome images he had seen firsthand. Other times he played them over and over, pausing or taking the memory apart frame by frame. This was one of those times.

He lost track of how long he’d been standing in place, and only came to when something tugged at the back of his jeans. Looking down, he found a wide-eyed girl gazing up at him, black hair mussed from sleep. Using sign language, she said, “Welcome home, V.”

He slowly crouched so they were at the same level, thankful as always that the girl’s mother had taught her American sign language along with the Russian and Indian varieties. He signed back. “Hello, Anya. How come you’re awake?”

“Bad dream.”

“About what?”

She frowned for a few moments. “I can’t remember. But it was bad.”

“I have those dreams too. You wake up feeling misaligned.”

“Mis . . . aligned?”

Victor sometimes forgot that, although she was advanced in communication for her age and highly intelligent, Anya was still just six years old. “Like something doesn’t feel right. Like your insides are going in different directions.”

She nodded vigorously, then pointed at the long cuts on his hands. “What happened?” she asked, finally speaking. Her voice, as sweet as it was, came out so small.

Victor continued to use his hands since, upon inspection, he saw that she wasn’t wearing her hearing aids. “I fought monsters earlier. They scratched me a bit.”

“Is it the monsters my mommy made?”

He reeled back. “What?”

The girl shied away from him. He quickly tempered his reaction. “Did Gareth tell you?”

“Yes. I wanted to know when she would come back.” Anya must have seen a coldness seep into his eyes because she hastily added with her hands, “I kept asking when he didn’t tell me. Please don’t get mad at him.”

Victor searched her face, then rubbed his own and sighed. “Was it difficult to learn about your mom?”

“I don’t know.

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