Page 103 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol. 1
Chapter 27.
Pherebos
I wake up feeling full, relaxed—energized. I slept deeply, peacefully. No nightmares, for once.
Then I open my eyes.
By the waves… it’s a regeneration chamber. No wonder I feel so good physically.
In just a few seconds, everything comes rushing back—Vagantu. Our escape. The leeches. The abyssal monster. Noviosk.
My heart starts pounding. Where’s Ileana? Is she okay?
“Oh! You’re so soft! I can feel you’re awake. I’ll bring you something to cover up!”
Wingo. My faithful companion.
The lid of the chamber swivels open, and I’m met with his warm golden eyes. He’s holding a pair of pants with his trunk.
I slip them on quickly while he gives me the latest updates. Ileana’s been treated and is helping out somewhere on the big medical ship we landed on. I don’t even bother checking the damage to my body—I’ve been through worse. And after time in the sarcophagus, I know everything’s been rebuilt exactly as it was.
“…and she left with that woman. She hasn’t come back since,”Wingo concludes.
“Can you take me to her?” I ask, already eager to find her.
“Did you not notice all the walls around here? You’ll be surprised, but your light link doesn’t work like a ribbon that just trails through corridors. Honestly? Your link goes off in this direction.”He points to the left wall.
“Well, it’s better than nothing. Let’s go find her.”
I look around for the rest of my things. No way I’m wandering around this ship bare-chested and barefoot. But there’s no sign of my jacket or boots.
“Are you Pherebos?” asks a curvy brunette who appears in the doorway.
“The very same,” I reply.
“I’m Clara. Here are your things—clean and dry!” she says, letting her gaze linger a little too long on my body.
“Thanks,” I say, reaching for my jacket.
“I’ve never seen anyone like you before,” she adds. “Your eyes are so… beautiful.”
“As long as they let me see clearly, that’s all I ask.”
I can tell she’s flirting. Before, I might’ve taken what was offered without thinking twice. But now? My heart’s set on finding my Dedicated Soul. And I intend to find her soon.
“Let me help you,” she offers, stepping closer, holding the two flaps of my jacket together—her fingers brushing just a little too much.
“Well, she’s not shy, that one! You’re not available!”Wingo huffs in my mind.
“She can’t know. You’re the only one who can see the light link between Ileana and me.”
“Thanks, but I’ll do it… myself,” I say, gently taking the jacket from her hands. “Thanks again for your help, but I need to get back to my partner. She left with one of your colleagues. And thanks for the clothes.”
“Ah, all right. If you need anything, just ask for Clara. I’m the only one here with that name.”
I pull on my boots without answering and hurry down the corridor, following Wingo, who’s tracking the glowing thread that links me to Ileana.
We’re stopped by a man.
