Jewel of Atlantis (12 page)

She decided to follow. Her horse whined as she turned it around, and she was soon at Layel’s side. “And if the human and the girl are not found? What will we do then, mighty vampire king?”

“We will fight Darius as planned.”

“Fight him without the slave at my side?”

“You were perfectly willing to fight Valerian without the slave.”

“He is a nymph. He knows how to fuck, nothing more.”

Layel stopped and glared up at her. Her green scales were vivid and disgusting in the light. Puffs of smoke and sulfur constantly curled out her nose. “Have you just arrived in Atlantis, woman? Is that why you know nothing of the creatures here?”

“He could be harboring my slave inside those walls.”

“He is not.” Layel kicked back into motion. “Valerian is many things, but he is not a liar.”

“How do you know?” she demanded, keeping pace beside him. “Why do you like him so?”

Their armies followed behind them, and they soon reentered the forest. Limbs stretched long fingers toward them, and twigs snapped under his feet. “If he had her, he would have paraded her across the parapet, showing her to us and laughing. The man has a twisted sense of humor.”

“We wasted our time coming here.” An irritated statement, not a question.

“We learned the human and the slave have not left Atlantis. They have not passed through a portal, so they are here, waiting to be found and captured.”
Perhaps a lie, perhaps not. But she did not question his “logic.”

No, she smiled.

Soon, he reminded himself.

G
RAY AND
J
EWEL SHOPPED
for several hours, buying clothing, weapons, trinkets and food. After devouring three meat pies, or whatever they were, Gray felt stronger than he had in days. And he needed his strength. His backpack probably weighed a hundred pounds, stuffed as it was with Jewel’s purchases.

He’d watched her skip and laugh from booth to booth like an eager child, simply enjoying her, loving the way her eyes sparkled, the way her cheeks glowed from peaches to strawberries.

So many times he’d come close to jerking her aside and ravishing her mouth, desperate to taste her. One taste, that’s all he wanted. One taste, that’s all he needed. Just one taste—

Would never be enough.

The words slammed into his head, but he shoved them out with iron-edged determination. Denied them. One taste would have to be enough because that’s all he could allow himself. He simply couldn’t risk more. Soon, they would part.

“I want this, and this, and this,” she sang. “Oh, look at this. I want it.”

I want you.
Only once did he deny her something she wanted. She asked to return to the first table, the one with the jeweled armband. He didn’t want her to buy it for herself;
he
wanted to buy it for her. He wanted to surprise her with it. With her mind-reading ability, he doubted anyone had ever managed to surprise her. He would be the first, he vowed.

“We shouldn’t go back to that area,” he said, the excuse lame but all he could come up with in his excitement.

She accepted his refusal with an adorable pout before racing to a stall overflowing with silks and lace. He scanned the crowd around her and found no hint of their enemies.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

Her only reply was a slight nod. He shook his head and grinned wryly. If the woman had to choose between shopping and him, he had no doubt which would emerge the winner. And it wasn’t him.

While she haggled over the price of a sexy gold-and-white robe, he snuck off and bought her the armband, burying it at the bottom of his pack so she wouldn’t see it.

If she realized what he’d done, she gave no indication as he approached her side. She had moved from the clothes to a table piled high with large, painted rocks. The rocks appeared to be ordinary pebbles found on the ground, but the brilliantly colored scenes painted on their surfaces gave them a breathtaking beauty.

The seller, a female with the face of a bull and the body of a human—God, he might never get used to
looking at these bull creatures—wore a dirty robe and paint stained her very human fingers. She didn’t try to talk them into buying, just let them look at their leisure.

“I want one,” Jewel said.

“They’re amazing.” Gray was still surprised at the ease with which he spoke the Atlantean language.

“Thank you,” the woman muttered demurely.

“You did them yourself?”

She nodded. “I take great joy in my art.”

As she spoke, Gray encountered the oddest sensation. Suddenly and shockingly, he smelled her blood. Actually smelled the sweetness of her blood—and he wanted to taste it. Not in a sexual way. His mouth watered like he needed water. His gaze flicked to the woman’s neck, at the pulse thumping there.

He ran his tongue over his teeth, repulsed by the desire and trying fervently to squelch it. But her sweet scent remained strong in his nostrils and the need for a taste, a single taste, intensified. What the hell was wrong with him?

He whipped to Jewel, intending to tell her he’d wait for her at a distance. Then he caught a whiff of
her
blood. She smelled of goodness and innocence, too, but also of power and passion. Hunger ate at him, consumed him,
this
need holding an undercurrent of sexuality and making it all the more intense.

That quickly, he almost attacked her. Almost leapt on her and sank his teeth into her neck, filling his senses with her essence. Sweat poured from him as he purposefully locked his muscles in place, holding himself in check.

His wounds were responsible for this craving.
Throughout the week he’d lost a lot of blood, therefore his body wanted to replenish. That’s all there was to it. Still…

Get the fuck out of here,
his mind screamed.

“I’ll be right over there,” he said, the words a mere croak. “Scream if you need me.” He slammed several drachmas on the tabletop and stalked away.

Confused, Jewel stared over at him. He stood a good distance from her, but remained within sight, keeping guard over her as always. His silver gaze now churned a stormy gray, fierce and hard. Taut lines formed around his eyes, and his body vibrated with some kind of pent-up energy.

Had she angered him?

“Your man—tell him I cannot accept so much money,” the seller said.

Jewel tore her attention from Gray and met the woman’s warm, worried gaze. Unbidden, she smiled. Hearing Gray referred to as her man was…heady. “I’ve never seen such beautiful work as these. You deserve every bit of money he gave you. Please—what is your name?”

“Erwin.”

“Please, Erwin, take it with a happy heart.”

Her thin lips grew into a smile as she placed the drachmas in her pocket. “Take as many rocks as you’d like.”

Jewel nodded. She studied the rocks. Some had waterfalls, some had forests. Some had creatures painted on the surface. Each scene appeared to be alive, as if it
were actually happening, as if the creatures were truly moving.

One had two sapphires painted in the center, and they caught Jewel’s eye. She lifted the stone and gasped, realizing it was
her
face she was seeing. In the portrait, her eyes held sadness and her mouth dipped in a wistful frown. She looked alone and vulnerable.

“Do you like it?” Erwin asked hesitantly.

“Why—why did you paint this woman?” She held up the rock, showing the minotaur the features decorating the surface.

“Look at her. She represents the suffering of all of us, desperate to escape the life she was born to.”

How true. Except for these last few days with Gray, Jewel couldn’t recall a time when she’d been happy with her life. She’d always prayed for a day, a single day, where she could be as normal and unaware as everyone else.

“Maybe one day the woman and I will find our escape,” the minotaur added. She reached out and drew a finger over the surface, and as she did, her fingertip brushed Jewel’s palm.

Jewel jerked as a vision raked her mind.

A little boy, a minotaur, was ripped from a woman’s arms.
This
woman’s arms. The seller’s. Night had fallen and shadows danced all around a small hut that had been built under a tree. Both mother and child were crying and screaming, but the demon army carted them both away, seeing them merely as a food source.

Jewel blinked her eyes and shook her head, clearing
her thoughts. Her heart was slamming inside her chest, and a cold sweat had broken out all over her body.

“You live nearby,” she said.

Erwin’s furry bull-face became pallid. “That is none of your concern.”

“You have built a shelter under a tree for you and your son.”

She gasped and stumbled backward, her hand fluttering over her heart. “How did you—”

“Very soon, the demon queen will march her army past your home. They will take you and your son and both of you will die.”

“What? How can you—”

Jewel knew the woman would never believe her, not without proof. Not knowing what else to do, she reached up and pushed back her hood, letting the light shove away the shadows and reveal her features. Erwin gasped again, this time shock and horror dripping from the sound.

“You!” she breathed, both hands cupping her mouth.

“Please,” Jewel said, replacing her hood. “You wish to escape your life, as did I. I have done so. Do not take it away from me by yelling out now.”

The woman nodded, her eyes wide.

“You know now that I’m telling the truth. You know that if you do not move out of the forest, you will lose your life and your son.”

She nodded again. With shaky fingers, she began gathering her things and closing her table. “I will take us both to safety,” she whispered, horror coating every word. “Now. Right now.”

Jewel’s hands relaxed at her sides. “All will be well for you,” she assured her. “I know it. And I thank you for the rock.”

With that, she went to Gray, craving his nearness, his heat. The daylight was beginning to thin, the air to cool. Darkness would soon fall. It would be best if they were ensconced inside a rented room and not wandering the streets. Or had he wanted to return to the forest?

She didn’t want him to know what she was doing, so she threw her arms around him, and while he was distracted, dropped the rock inside his bag. “Thank you for everything.”

He hugged her back, lingering a moment, before pulling from her. “What were you two talking about?” He no longer appeared angry. His expression was relaxed, his body at ease. “The woman looked sick and ready to faint.”

“She realized her son was in danger and went to remove him from harm’s way.”

“Is that so?” There was a wealth of meaning in that one sentence, and Gray was able to deduce the entire story. Jewel had a vision of danger and had told the woman. The woman had rushed to save her child.

Jewel…amazed him.

He’d seen her lower her hood slightly and had almost run to her and dragged her back to the forest. But he had remained in place, curious about what she was doing. She’d put herself in danger, risked being seen and stolen by God knows what, to help a woman she didn’t know. Such kindness was as wonderful as it was foolish.

“I think you’ve seen all the shops,” he told her. “I haven’t seen any sign of the demons, so we can get a room. Are you done here?”

“Yes.”

“I’m thirsty. For water,” he added for his own benefit. His bloodlust had thankfully calmed, but now his mouth felt dry and parched. “Drink first, room afterward.”

“I drank all the water in your canteen. I’m sorry! There’s an inn near here. We can have drinks and dinner there, as well as stay the night.”

“What kind of creatures run it?” He wrapped his arm around her waist, and they padded down the cobbled street, circling around other shoppers.

“Centaurs and sirens. They are known allies, often protecting one another. If we keep our hoods over our heads, I can pretend to be an average siren and you can pretend to be a—”

“Nymph.” He stroked two fingers over his jaw. “I think I’d make an excellent nymph.”

Jewel chuckled. “They reek of sex and you, well, you smell of delicious human. Besides, you would have a line of women behind you if you were a nymph.”

He gave a faux, mournful sigh. “So I have to be…what? A one-eyed Cyclops? A snake-headed Gorgon?”

“Perhaps you can pretend to be a god,” she said thoughtfully.

“Pretend?” He snorted.

She chuckled. “Years and years ago, the gods visited us once a week, always taking a different human form
and mingling among our ranks. It’s been a long time, but you are tall and handsome enough. As a god, you would be worshipped and no one would dare attempt to harm you.”

“That’s a plan I can go along with.” He hefted his backpack higher on his shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to be worshipped. How much farther is the inn?”

“About a mile. If we hurry, we’ll make it before dark.”

He caught the undercurrent of anxiety in her tone. “You afraid of the dark, Pru?”

“This area of the Inner City is for all creatures, but it branches off into different sections, one for each race. If we’re in the wrong area at the wrong time… Once we reach the area designated for centaurs, we can relax.”

He had to admit, his body was aching, his wounds throbbing, and he was more than ready to find a bed. Hell, he might have signed up for a week-long excursion in Demon Town if it meant catching some Z’s soon.

“I already miss the
agora,
” Jewel sighed. “The people, the smells, the food.”

“You know,” he told her, “when I’m gone, you’ll have your freedom. You’ll be able to visit the market anytime you want. Shop whenever you want.”

Her shoulders straightened; she kept her gaze straight ahead. “That is something to dream and hope for, yes.”

Manipulating her words again. When would she learn he would not be swayed so easily? “So you can
dream about it,” he said, “but you can’t actually have it? Is that what you’re telling me?”

Jewel’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected Gray to fully realize what she was doing. Suspect, yes, but not call her on it. “What’s to keep another ruler from stealing me? What’s to keep someone who thinks I’m dangerous from killing me?” she added in a whispery, hollow tone.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “You need to learn self-defense. You need to learn how to evade your enemy.”

She snorted. “Evade an entire army?”

“It can be done. Believe me.”

“I’ve seen many of your missions, but I doubt I will ever learn to fight and evade as you do.”

“You’ll do what you have to do to survive.” He squeezed her hip, rubbing his thumb along the curve of her waist.

She shivered.

“I was sent to Gillirad, a planet rife with magical wars. Their armies had spells for everything, from freezing someone in place, to spells of sickness. They were destroying each other, and I found myself in the middle.”

“Why were you even there?” she gasped, horrified.

“OBI sent me in. I was to do recon, nothing more. To observe them, find out how they practiced such powerful magic, and leave. I had a team of psychics with me. When one of the Gillradian armies spotted us, they cast some kind of spell over my group, a spell that killed everyone but me.”

She grabbed his hand, linking their fingers. “What saved you?”

“I think it was the fact that I was the only nonmagical being there. I had no magical qualities, so their magic didn’t stick. They realized that and chased me all over the planet. I overheard one of them say they wanted to study me, to experiment and use me against their enemies.”

“How did you escape?”

“The same way I survived when I first arrived in Atlantis. It’s all about blending into your surroundings, knowing when to strike and when to back away.”