57: Harsh Truths

I felt like I was being crushed between the two siblings, making it harder still to breathe through their scents. I could only hope that my senses were just overactive from the events of the last hour or so, and this wasn’t going to be a permanent thing I had to get used to. Pulling myself out of their arms, but still leaning against him a little to stay upright, I asked again, “No, really, where are we?”

Sophie looked me over and blushed, reminding me that I was stark naked. “It’s a vault our father built to hold our mother while she shifted.” She walked to the panel on the wall, laying her palm flat against the glass making it light up. There was a sliding sound in the wall, and when the panel beeped she pushed against the concrete wall, making it open up to the adjoining room.

“Your mother could shift?” I shot Dmitri an accusatory glare, as I followed her through the opened wall.

We stepped into their parents’ suite. Sophie snagged