Dawn of a New Age: A Sons of Satrina Novel by Kristan Belle Page A

around like headless chickens.
    Doctor Phillippe thought for a moment before retrieving a cardboard box and placing it in front of Ash. “If you could box up the leaflets in here, that would help.”
    “I can do more than that.” Aisline raised an eyebrow sarcastically.
    “You will not do any more than that. You still need to rest.”
    “I’ve had enough of resting.”
    The doctor shook her head. “I’m not budging on this, Aisline. You’ve been through a lot and there is no way I’m letting you do more than put a few leaflets in a box.” She wagged a finger at her before turning and heading into her office to pack up her own things. The medical suite was manic with warriors rushing in and out, taking equipment and boxes to the waiting vans.
    She did know exactly where they were going. Kayleigh had been down with Kelton to fill her in. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the time to get into it all with Ash, so she had feigned ignorance. There was so much to do and so little time. It was just fortunate that the only patients in the place, Aisline and Marshall. At least that freed up the medical staff to help pack up everything in sight.
    Ash sat quietly after she had filled the box with leaflets and everything else she could see in the waiting area. Once one of the warriors had been to take that box away, she had nothing else to do but to sit there and watch. She sat next to an old man who she had never met before. He introduced himself as Marshall, but didn’t speak much after the initial formalities. That was a good thing. It gave Ash time to watch and think. Not that thinking helped her much, she couldn’t make any sense of what was happening in front of her.
    From the time she had been taken, the world seemed to be turned on its head. Now, she had to wait for the calm.

Chapter Seven
     
    The first impression of the mansion was pretty damn overwhelming. Rising up four stories into the sky and stretching out and extending into wings on either end of the building, Ash couldn’t even begin to image how big it was on the inside.
    It was like something off of a movie set. She could imagine big, strapping riders on horse-back galloping across the land. Or ladies in big, flouncy dresses carrying parasols like they did way back when having a romance was the only thing on their minds.
    The mansion itself stood on a location just outside Mason, only a short ride away from Brandestowen. It was certainly off the beaten track, not the kind of place that you could just stumble upon by accident. The private road leading to the ridiculously long private driveway saw to that. No one would ever think that there would be a bunch of vampire warriors training out in the middle of nowhere. They would have plenty of privacy, guaranteed.
    Luckily, this spot was still close enough to the surrounding towns and cities to be able to effectively guard the Matris citizens in the area. Brandestowen may be a car ride away, but they could get there pretty damn quickly if they broke every speed law known to man.
    Aisline loved it on sight. It seemed to have the best of both worlds. And so much character! The structure itself seemed quite gothic in style. The arched windows, climbing ivy and sloping roof seemed very romantically dramatic against the moonlit sky. This place was very much in keeping with the kind of place that a vampire should dwell, Ash thought to herself with a cheeky grin. If Dracula lived in the modern day world, he would have loved this old pile of bricks.
    “Are you ready?” the nurse who had travelled with her asked as the driver opened up her door.
    Aisline smiled, thanking the driver for helping her out of the car so carefully. Stretching to stand, the fresh coolness of the night rushed around her. It wasn’t as cold as she thought it would be, out here in the middle of nowhere, but it was refreshing. Even that felt different out here. Cleaner. Fresher. Invigorating.
    She still had no idea as to why they had to leave