Shon (The Seeker Series Book 2)

by Ditter Kellen

  “It’s a new start for Roxie and you. Go someplace nice and begin again.”

  John suddenly threw his arms around his brother. “It’s good to have you back in my life. Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you.”

  Shon fought to control his emotions. His chest felt as if an elephant sat on it. “I thought you were dead.” He had to clear his throat to continue. “But I never went a day without thinking of you also.”

  A soft whimper came from upstairs. John spun toward the door, glancing back for a brief second.

  No words were exchanged in that moment. None were needed. That one look, passed between brothers—a bond only a twin could know—said it all.

  Shon took hold of Laura’s hand and led her to the car. “Let’s go dump the garbage. We have a plane to catch.”

  “And my parents to deal with.”

  “I have plenty of garbage bags,” Shon pointed out, climbing behind the wheel with a grin on his face.

  “Shon!”

  “It was just an observation, my love. No need to get your panties in a bunch.”

  “What panties?”

  Laughter filled the car, warming Shon’s heart as he backed out of the drive and headed toward the main road.

  One chapter of Shon’s life had come to a close, only to pave the way for a new one. A better one, with Laura by his side, his brother alive and well, and Gina Calimari cooking in the sun in piles of gator dung.

  “I love you, Laura Donovan. With all my heart.”

  “Ditto…”

  The End

  The Rise of Vlad

  The Seeker Book 3

  Coming Soon

  Naura

  Enigma Series-Book Two

  Chapter One

  Anthony Vaughn shut down the engine of the boat he’d commandeered, listening for signs of approaching watercraft.

  He’d been hovering approximately a mile from the entrance to Aukrabah for the past hour, waiting on Hauke’s older brother, Vaulcron to appear.

  After learning of Henry’s rogue investigation into the government’s cover-up of the Incola virus, Tony had been left with little choice but to attempt to get Henry out of there and moved below to Aukrabah before it became too late. But he’d need the Bracadytes’ approval as well as their help to make it happen.

  Hell, if it were up to Tony, he’d leave Henry Sutherland to his own devices. But Abbie would be devastated if something were to happen to her father, and for some reason her feelings mattered to Tony.

  Scratching at his overgrown beard, he scanned the choppy waters of the gulf for signs of Vaulcron.

  Tony had met Hauke’s brother shortly after arriving in Cuba to meet up with Miquel, the Bracadyte’s human ally. At least Tony assumed the guy was human, but he wouldn’t bet money on it. Miquel definitely possessed a few questionable traits that couldn’t be explained.

  After spending the better part of a year in Cuba, waiting for the heat to simmer down back in the States, Tony had arranged a meeting with one of his contacts in Florida to check on the status of the bounty on his head. He’d been informed of Henry’s foolish attempt to fell the government and the military’s never-ending search for the Bracadytes’ whereabouts.

  The President of the United States, Rueben Howell, had long ago declared a state of emergency, citing the Bracadyte’s were responsible for the virus now plaguing the States.

  Tony blew out a breath and popped a piece of gum into his mouth. He’d been addicted to the icy flavor for as long as he could remember. As small as it seemed, that damn gum had been his only pleasure for months at a time while in the field.

  A splash sounded from behind him, bringing him back to the present. He turned and peered over the side of the boat to see Vaulcron’s head bobbing amidst the choppy waves.

  “The ladder is in back,” Tony called out, jerking his chin toward the stern.

  With a nod, Vaulcron swam toward rear of the vessel and climbed aboard. “I apologize for my late arrival, but my sister thought to accompany me. I had to give her the slip, as you humans say.”

  Tony’s jaw tightened at the mention of Naura. He’d spent the past year attempting to keep her out of his head. It wasn’t that he couldn’t block his thoughts from her, but the effort it took to maintain a constant mental barrier was exhausting.

  “A wise decision not to bring her,” Tony murmured, handing the Bracadyte a towel.

  Vaulcron accepted the offering, and immediately dried his face. “She will not be happy about it. Moreover, since you contacted her.”

  “I had no choice,” Tony growled, handing Vaulcron a pair of running pants and a T-shirt. “I can’t communicate with anyone but her. I hated like hell to summon her and I knew she would put in to come along, but she’s a liability that I can’t afford.”

  Hauke’s brother removed his wet attire and dressed in the clothing Tony had given him. “Somehow I doubt that my sister would appreciate being referred to as a liability. But I concur.”

  Spinning on his heel, Tony cranked the boat and turned it toward shore.

  The moon’s glow reflected off the water, guiding him through the night as he sped along with the lights off.

  He felt more than heard the Bracadyte slip up behind him.

  “What is it that you plan to do?” Vaulcron asked, shouldering his way toward a seat next to the wheel.

  Tony shrugged, moving over to give him some room. “Supplies have been delivered to a house about a mile inland in Destin. The entire area has been evacuated of civilians, due to an outbreak in the community. We should go unnoticed there.”

  “Will the military be present?” Vaulcron inquired after a moment.

  “Not in the evacuated areas. There are several places under quarantine due to obvious symptoms that requires the uniforms’ attention.”

  Vaulcron glanced away before meeting Tony’s gaze once more. “My kind are partly responsible for this atrocity.”

  “Bullshit,” Tony barked. “The CDC are the culprits behind the virus. They are the ones that mutated it into what it’s now become.”

  “And what has it become?”

  “A pandemic that is well on its way to destroying the world.”

  Chapter Two

  Naura surfaced somewhere in the general vicinity of the place where Tony assured her the boat would be waiting.

  She’d searched for Vaulcron to no avail. It had been obvious after calling out to him for twenty minutes that he’d left without her.

  Not to be deterred, she’d tucked a knife into the waistband of her sharkskin pants and struck out on her own.

  The thought of them leaving without her, hurt more than she cared to admit. All of her life, she’d been treated like an infant by her brothers. They’d protected her, coddled her, and berated her when she’d attempted to follow them on their outings.

  Vaulcron had given in on a couple of occasions, allowing her to join him on his trips above. But Hauke had never been as generous.

  With a huff of rebelliousness, Naura ducked back under the safety of the water and swam like the wind toward shore. Tony was out there somewhere, headed for land, and most assuredly…trouble.

  * * * *

  Naura came to a stop beneath a boat about a half-mile offshore. The anchor sat on the bottom, keeping the vessel from drifting out with the tide.

  She pressed her ear to the hull, listening for sounds of occupants, but encountered only silence.

  With caution, she eased her head above water and gripped the bottom of the ladder before climbing aboard.

  Vaulcron had recently been here. The evidence stared back at her in the form of his gray vest and pants.

  The two men had already gone ashore, she ascertained, diving over the side and swimming for the beach.

  If she hurried, she had no doubt that she could catch up to them. They couldn’t be more than a few minutes ahead of her. After all, Tony was only a man and lacked the speed of a Bracadyte when it came to moving through the water.


  Naura made it to shore in record time. Fresh tracks could be seen in the sand long before she emerged from the gulf.

  Following the footprints, she came to a stop as the sound of a twigged snapped in the trees up ahead.

  It had to be Tony and Vaulcron, she assumed, crouching low and quietly moving forward.

  Naura reached the dunes and hovered behind their mountainous swells, maintaining enough distance to stay undetected.

  She listened for several heartbeats, satisfied they’d moved on, and stepped from behind the hill of white sand.

  A hand suddenly covered her mouth and she was jerked off her feet before she could react.

  She would recognize Tony’s scent anywhere.

  He shook her hard enough that her teeth clicked together before setting her on her feet. “Damn you. What are you doing here?”

  The fact that he’d cursed her wasn’t lost on Naura any more than the snarl surrounding his words.

  Tony removed his hand from her mouth and spun her around to face him. Other than the red tinge of color in his cheeks and the anger fairly dripping from his voice, no emotion appeared on his face. His eyes remained as lifeless as always. “You better have a damn good reason for being here, little girl.”

  Naura couldn’t speak. She’d dreamed of this day many times, contemplated what she would say if she ever saw him again. But as she stood before him now, the words refused to come.

  “Go,” he demanded in a deadly soft tone that scattered goosebumps along her flesh.

  “I-I will not leave,” she managed around the lump in her throat.

  He leaned in until their noses nearly touched. “You can either walk your ass back to water and return home, or I will carry you there. Either way, you’re not staying.”

  Her chin lifted in defiance. “I will only come back and follow your trail after you have gone.”

  “What are you doing here?” Vaulcron appeared from the other side of the dune.

  “You lied to me,” she accused, swinging her gaze in her brother’s direction.

  He shook his head. “I did not lie. I merely left without alerting you. It is far too dangerous out here for you, little sister. You need to return home while the cover of darkness is in your favor.”

  Naura narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “I will tell you as I told him.” She tilted her head in Tony’s direction. “If you do not take me with you, I will only follow you.”

  “Son of a bitch,” Tony swore, throwing his hands up. “Why can’t you understand that this is too dangerous for you? You risk the lives of everyone involved just by being here now.”

  Pain sliced through Naura at the venom in Tony’s words. It became abundantly clear in that moment that he felt nothing for her but contempt.

  She fought back the tears that threatened to rise and turned to her brother who stared back at her with a mixture of pity and anger in his emerald-green eyes. “If I am not assured of your survival by the new moon, brother, I will return with an army in tow.”

  Vaulcron visibly relaxed. “I will check in with you before the sun sets on the morrow.”

  Naura reached up and touched her brother’s cheek before turning toward the water. She came up against a wall of immovable muscle.

  Tony’s hand clamped over her mouth once again. He jerked her off her feet and dove behind the dune, twisting his body around in midair to take the brunt of the fall.

  Naura’s breath left her lungs in a whoosh on impact. She lay there for a heartbeat, sprawled across Tony’s rock-hard form, staring into his deadpan eyes.

  He motioned for her to stay quiet before slowly removing his hand from her mouth.

  Her heart raced out of control as she lowered her gaze to his tense lips, marveling at their fullness hidden beneath his beard.

  “Tony?” she mentally whispered, unable to remove her gaze from his mouth.

  With a quickness that belied his massive size, Tony flipped her off him and jumped to his feet, leaving her lying on her back in the sand.

  “Do not speak,” Vaulcron mentally whispered, glancing toward the beach. He inched his way over in a crouched position and helped her stand.

  “What is it?” she sent back, scanning the darkness for signs of trouble.

  “Land walkers.”

  Vaulcron touched Tony on the arm, signaling that his sister understood the danger surrounding them.

  Tony nodded, pulling a knife from his boot, and motioned for them to move to the trees while keeping his gaze trained on the impending danger on the beach.

  Accepting her brother’s hand, Naura followed closely behind Vaulcron to the safety of the underbrush.

  “Where is Tony?” she silently inquired as the two of them stopped behind a copse of tall pine trees.

  Vaulcron stared back at her for long moments before answering, his eyes glittering in the moonlight. “You should not have come. If something were to happen to you…”

  “I can take care of myself,” she mentally retorted without backing down.

  Tony seemed to appear out of nowhere, ignoring Naura as he spoke to her brother. “We need to get out of here. There are too many along the beach carrying weapons that we don’t have.”

  “What about her?” Vaulcron hissed, jerking his chin toward his seething sister.

  Naura could practically taste the anger seeping from Tony’s pores. “We have no choice but to take her with us. I’ll figure out what to do with her once we get to our destination.”

  Chapter Three

  To say that Anthony Vaughn was livid would be a gross understatement. Things were dangerous enough without the responsibility of protecting Vaulcron’s younger sister. She obviously had no sense of danger when it came to being on land. Even after everything they’d been through with Hauke and Abbie.

  Tony could feel her gaze boring into his back as they trekked through the trees in search of the evacuated subdivision.

  “You are angry with me.” Her softly spoken words whispered through his mind, laced with hesitation.

  He ignored the accusation, closing himself off from her mental invasion.

  A moment later, a house came into view, telling him they had reached their destination.

  “Keep to the shadows,” Tony whispered, glancing back at Naura’s brother. “And approach with caution.”

  Vaulcron nodded, stepping up next to Tony. “Which home are we looking for?”

  “A green one with 121 on the mailbox.”

  Gripping the handle of his knife, Tony scanned the area for signs of activity and slipped silently along the side of the first house he came to.

  He waited a beat for Vaulcron and his sister to catch up before moving across the yard toward his destination at the end of the cul-de-sac.

  The door had been left unlocked, allowing Tony to let his small crew in without incident.

  Paper sacks were stacked on the kitchen counter and two black duffle bags rested on the floor near the refrigerator. Tony dropped to his haunches in front of the first duffle and unzipped it.

  An assortment of weapons lined the inside, everything from handguns to automatic rifles.

  He opened the second bag to find boxes of ammo, disposable cell phones, and a note containing his informant’s contact information in case of an emergency.

  “Your resourcefulness is immeasurable,” Vaulcron murmured, stopping to study the contents of the bags.

  Tony rose and ambled over to the paper sacks on the counter. “We have Melvin to thank for the supplies. He’s, bar none, the most capable soldier that I know.”

  “You have known this Melvin a long time?” Vaulcron sidled up beside him to sift through the food in the bags.

  “More than twenty years.” Tony changed the subject, not wanting to expose anymore of himself than necessary. “The electricity is on, but no one is to use the lights for any reason. We can’t risk being seen by a possible passerby.”

  Naura appeared in Tony’s peripheral, running her fingers through her s
till-damp hair. He nodded toward the hall without looking at her. “You can take the last room on the left. You’ll be safest in there.”

  “Thank you.” She turned in the direction he’d indicated.

  “Wait.” Tony reached into one of paper sacks and retrieved a toothbrush and toothpaste. He tossed them to her. “There may be shampoo and other toiletries in the bathroom, if you’d like to take a shower. If you don’t have everything you need, I’ll check the surrounding houses for more supplies.”

  “I would very much love a shower,” she muttered with a blush. “Would you mind directing me on the proper way to use one?”

  Tony ground his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to be in a small enclosure with a scantily clad Naura. The outfit she wore clung to her like a second skin.

  Pushing away from the counter, Tony skirted around her toward the bathroom. He wasn’t about to walk behind her while she sashayed down the hall in those damn sharkskin pants.

  “You can use the light in here once the door is closed. There are no windows to allow the light to escape, so it should be fine. But make sure that you turn it off before re-emerging.”

  “I will,” she assured him, crowding into the small bathroom behind him.

  Tony leaned over the tub and twisted the knob closest to him. “This is the hot water. Make sure that you turn it off first before touching the other knob, or you’ll burn yourself.

  He then turned on the cold, holding his hand underneath the water to gauge the temperature.

  “That should do it.” He straightened and turned to go. If you need anything…” The words died on his lips.

  Naura stood in front of him, unlacing her pants. The vest she wore lay open down the front, displaying a pair of perfectly rounded breasts with a hint of nipple half hidden behind the material.

  His gaze traveled down her ribcage to the slightly prominent abs of her stomach. His mouth went dry.

  She reached for the waistband of her pants and wriggled her hips as she attempted to tug them downward.