Atlantis Redeemed (20 page)

Litton huddled in the corner of his office after triple-checking that his door was firmly closed and locked. He held the phone in trembling hands, pressing it close to his ear so no sound escaped.

“I know. But he threatened me, and—”

The vampire on the other end of the line muttered dire threats against Devon, and Litton smiled a tiny, private smile. Excellent.

“You need to get here tomorrow and run this meeting. I think—”

A burst of hideously cacophonous sound skittered out of the phone and crawled down Litton’s spine. “I’m sorry,” he all but babbled. “I’m sorry, no, I wasn’t giving you orders, of course. I’ll see you tomorrow night. Thank you. Good-bye.”

He slammed the phone down and wiped his hands on his pant legs.

“They’ll see, won’t they?” he asked the empty room. “They’ll all see.”

He started laughing, and he laughed and laughed, seeing the destroyed room, his dead colleague, and Orson’s shocked, glazed eyes all front and center in his far-too-vivid memory.

“We’ll just see who is giving orders in the end, bloodsuckers,” he said, again out loud, even though he knew how crazy he sounded. And then he laughed and he laughed, and he couldn’t quit laughing for such a long time that it didn’t even sound like laughter anymore.

Not like laughter at all.

 

 

 

 

Atlantis

 

Brennan had always believed that his lungs expanded more fully with the rich air of Atlantis than they ever did when he was above. Yet now, with Tiernan in his arms, he finally knew what it was to exist wholly within each individual breath.

Entirely in the present, living only for the now. This moment of utter perfection, home in Atlantis with all hope of future happiness embodied by the woman he held so tightly.

Joy threatened to knock his legs out from under him; fear that he would lose her iced his heart. How could emotion carry such powerful yet equally opposing forces?

“We have to go back,” Tiernan said, pulling out of his arms. “We’re so close. We have to go back and discover what they’re up to. I can’t lose this. Not now, when I’ve worked so hard for so long.”

“Not a chance in the nine hells,” he said flatly. “I forbid it.”

They stood in the palace garden with Alexios and Grace, the sweet fragrance of the flowers surrounding them an eerie contradiction to the danger they’d just escaped.

She planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Are we back to that again? You have no right to forbid or allow me to do anything. If you don’t want to go back, that’s fine, but I’m definitely going back to that conference as soon as you can magic me out of here.”

Grace sank down on an ornate wrought-iron bench, sighing as if she were exhausted or in pain. “It’s dangerous, Tiernan. They’re sure to know something is up now after three of their goons disappeared. Vampire goons, even. Luckily, dead vamps dissolve, so there are no bodies lying around to give them a clue.”

Brennan was surprised to hear Grace agreeing with him. She was a warrior through and through. She was holding her hand over her abdomen again, though.

“Are you ill? Or injured?”

She looked up at him, startled, and then followed his gaze down. A peculiar expression passed over her face, and Brennan turned, only to see an echo of that odd look on Alexios’s face.

“How far along are you?” Tiernan asked, smiling.

Grace bit her lip, then shrugged. “It was bound to come out sooner or later,” she said, smiling up at Alexios, who was now standing behind her, massaging her shoulders.

It took Brennan another couple of seconds to catch up, but then an enormous smile spread over his face. “With child? You are with child?”

Alexios nodded, pride and happiness fairly bursting from him. “We are. We haven’t told anyone, yet, but—”

“But we’re glad you’re the first to know,” Grace said. “We were hoping you’d stand in as one of her godparents.”

Brennan threw back his head and whooped, then leapt over the bench, threw his arms around Alexios, and pounded him on the back. Alexios returned the gesture with a quick, fierce embrace.

“My friend,” Brennan said, finally understanding the depth of feeling behind that word. “May life bring nothing but joy to you, your woman, and your child.”

They clasped arms, and Brennan saw the mixture of happiness and concern in Alexios’s eyes.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Alexios asked. “You finally feel.”

Brennan nodded, a simple motion of his head. His heart was too full to allow words to escape. He avoided the issue with the simple solution of rounding the bench to kneel before Grace.

“Welcome, my sister,” he said, taking her hand in his. “I thank you for the joy you have brought to Alexios.”

Grace smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “It’s wonderful to see you able to feel happy for us, Brennan.” She put a hand on his arm. “We’ll figure this out, okay? The curse stuff? I am not a descendant of Diana for nothing. One dedicated to a god should be able to help out another, right?”

Tiernan made a small sound behind him, and Brennan glanced back and up at her to see that she was also fighting tears. He stood up and took her hands in his. “Why are you crying,
mi amara
?”

“I’m not crying,” she said, blinking rapidly. “Something in my eyes.”

She shoved her hands in her pockets. “Congratulations on the baby news,” she told Grace. “That’s wonderful, and I completely understand why you don’t want to risk putting yourself in danger. But I’ve got to go back, dangerous or not, don’t you see that?”

Grace sighed. “I see it. I’d do the same thing in your position, and I don’t even know your reasons, but I’m guessing they’re pretty important to you.”

Tiernan nodded. “More important than I can explain, especially now. It’s late, and I’m exhausted. You definitely need to get your rest, for the baby. So maybe you could show me to a guest room?” She pointedly addressed the question to Alexios, and a savage heat flashed through Brennan.

“I will take you to my room, and you will sleep in my bed,” he growled. “Do not ask another for assistance.”

Before she could respond, probably to flay him with her tongue, judging from the look of the sparks flashing dangerously in those dark eyes, he firmly grasped her arm and started walking toward the palace door, all but dragging her behind him.

“Brennan,” Alexios called out. “Be advised that you will pay for treating her like this. I’m telling you this from experience.”

He heard Grace laugh, or thought he did, but Tiernan’s low, furious cursing drowned out everything else.

“I am surprised that you even know this vocabulary,” he muttered, shoving open the doors and pulling her across the entryway without pausing.

“If you don’t slow down and quit dragging me along like this, you’re going to find out all sorts of things I know, like how to ram my knee into your—”

He cut her off by the simplest method he knew: he stopped and swept her up into his arms and then kept going, striding toward his rooms in the palace, a fierce determination burning through him.

She didn’t struggle, but the glare she pinned him with could have melted Atlantean sea glass. “You don’t know me at all if you think you can get away with this.”

He stopped in front of the door to his rooms, threw it open, still carrying her, then slammed it shut with his foot. Crossing the room in a few short strides, he tossed her on the bed and then pounced on her, covering her body with his own before she could move.

“I don’t know you?” He bared his teeth in something that wasn’t at all a smile. “I can still taste the sweet honey of your body on my tongue,
mi amara
.”

He nudged her legs open with his knee and settled his weight onto the sweet, lush curves of her body, clenching his teeth together to keep from moaning with the primal need to strip her bare and take her.

She gasped at the feel of his hard, heavy cock when he pressed it between her thighs and her eyes went wild and unfocused.

“Do you feel that? That is how much I know you and want you and need you.”

He took her mouth in a kiss that was just short of savage, the red haze of fury behind his eyes fading only when she responded to him—when she kissed him back.

The kiss went on forever; for an eternity. It was about possession more than pleasure, but which one of them was possessing the other he did not know. Maybe each of them was both possessor and claimed.

Finally he forced himself to pull away, when it was clear that if he touched her for one second longer, he’d tear her clothes from her and take her—make her his by force—like the animal he would never, ever allow himself to become. He threw himself away from her and rolled up to sit on the edge of the bed, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath coming in harsh, rasping heaves.

“You cannot put yourself in danger, Tiernan. You cannot go back into that situation with the scientists who could do vicious, inhuman things to your brain. You are the most courageous woman I have ever known, but I will not let you do this. It’s madness, and it’s suicide.”

She was silent so long he began to fear she would never speak to him again, and then finally she rolled over and put a tentative hand on his back. “I have to do it, Brennan. This is my mission, or my warrior’s duty, or however you want to think of it. I have to do it, and I wish you’d help me, but I understand if you don’t want to risk it.”

He laughed, and the laughter felt as though it were acid, ripped from his chest by an angry god. “Not want to? I would follow you through each level of the nine hells, for only the gift of a smile. If you must do this, I will be by your side all the way. But if you care for me at all, let me fulfill your mission, while you stay here safely in Atlantis.”

She jumped up out of the bed and walked around until she could see his face. “Brennan? Even if I didn’t owe this to Susannah, I wouldn’t let you do it alone. Remember the curse? If I let you go—even if I wanted to let you go alone, which I don’t—you’ll forget me, and then what? Go through all this with the emotions again when you next see me? How could you bear it?”

His hand shot out and captured her wrist, and he slowly pulled her toward him, until he could lean forward and press his face into the softness of her belly. After a couple of seconds, she put her hands in his hair and caressed his head in a gentle, soothing motion that made him want to remain in exactly that position for the next year or so of his life.

But wishes were not seahorses, or sea nymphs would indeed ride, as the saying went. So he raised his head and stared up into her drowning gaze.

“I will give you up,” he said, each word a stake through his own heart, as though he, too, were a vampire. “I will never bother you again, or have anything to do with you, if you will promise to stay safe.”

A shadow of something he could not define crossed behind her eyes, and she pulled away from him yet again. “Would that be so easy to do? Give me up?” Her voice was a challenge and, though he thought she herself didn’t realize it, a plea.

“I have never done anything in two thousand years that has been even a fraction as difficult,” he said quietly. “I would prefer death by torture to the mere idea of allowing you to walk into danger. What good are these emotions anyway, that slice my soul to ribbons at the thought of losing you?”

He abruptly stood, weary of the futile discussion, and gestured toward the doorway to his bathroom. “We should shower. And rest.”

She attempted a smile, but it did not reach her eyes. “Sleep now, leave all questions of death, torture, and death-defying activities until the morning?”

“Exactly.”

“I can do that.” She headed toward the bathroom, but not before he’d realized one crucial fact: to fulfill the terms of the curse, he would be forced to watch her bathe.

To fulfill the terms of his own honor, he’d be forced to restrain himself from touching her.

The concept of
torture
suddenly gained raw and jagged edges.

 

 

 

 

Tiernan realized the difficulty as soon as she stumbled to a halt in front of the glass wall of Brennan’s enormous shower. The bathroom itself was so gorgeous it belonged in a decorating magazine; all gold-veined white marble and thick, sparkling glass. Was there an
Atlantean Home Journal
?

She smiled a little as the exhaustion-induced stupid rambling went on in her tumbling thoughts for a bit. Thinking about how incredibly beautiful the palace was in every way was a simple defense mechanism.

It kept her from thinking about how beautiful Brennan was.

Even now, as he silently pointed to the marble tub with its gold-and-silver faucets, raising a single eyebrow, something about his large, powerful presence made the oversized room seem just a little bit smaller. Just a little bit more intimate.

Both of them could fit in that tub . . .

“No,” she said quickly, both to herself and to his unspoken question. “The shower is good enough. I’d fall asleep and drown in a tub right now.”

A flash of something predatory crossed his face, but it was gone almost before she saw it, and he simply nodded and did something with a complex system of weights and levers in the shower. A rainfall of water immediately misted into being, water coming from all directions, showering forth from hidden spouts. She could feel the warmth and steam even from where she stood, a few feet from the opening.

“I cannot leave,” he said, his voice low and hesitant. “The curse . . .”

She nodded, too tired to argue about it. He’d seen her naked in the woods, after all. A warm flush climbed up her neck and face at the memory. He’d done far more than see her.

“If you’d just turn around,” she finally said. “Until I get in there. I’d appreciate it.”