Jewel of Atlantis (21 page)

J
EWEL LAY
fully clothed in the crook of Gray’s arms. She had wanted to stay naked with him all night, but he’d insisted they be prepared for any unwanted nighttime visitors, as trouble seemed to follow them.

Right now, his deep, relaxed breathing assured her that he slept peacefully. Her body was sated and relaxed, but her mind refused to quiet. What they’d done together had been wonderful. So wonderfully satisfying. When he’d bit her, oh, the pleasure! Nearly too much to bear. But something about their couplings was beginning to bother her.

He didn’t linger over her body like he did with other women. He took her savagely, quickly. He didn’t whisper erotic words in her ear; he grunted and growled and uttered guttural things. She loved it, gods, she loved it, but she couldn’t help but worry that perhaps he didn’t like her as well as he’d liked the others. But why then hadn’t he panicked at her declaration of love?

Jewel sighed and forced herself to sleep. He was here, in her arms, and he did care for her. That would have to be enough for now.

G
RAY SLOWLY
came to wakefulness, images of making love with Jewel fresh in his mind. He lay on a mossy riverbank, his woman tucked securely in his arms. He loved the way he’d gone wild for her. He loved the way she’d gone wild for him, loved the way she’d clawed and bit at him. Loved the way she’d ferally growled his name.

He loved her. Period.

He wasn’t going home without her. He’d find a way to take her with him; he had to find a way. He couldn’t live without her. She might even now be carrying his child; they’d taken no precautions, this time or before. Maybe Atlantean and human could procreate, maybe they couldn’t. Either way, she belonged with him.

Staying here wasn’t an option. OBI would send in another agent. The only reason they hadn’t yet—or had they? Damn, he just didn’t know. They wanted as few people as possible to know about the jewel. Hopefully that concern was still holding them back. They wouldn’t want to take a chance that another government, or even regular people, would learn about it.

Later, he and Jewel were going to have themselves a serious conversation. Could she be happy on the surface? Was
she
the Jewel of Dunamis? If not, what was her connection? And there was a connection, he knew there was.

Constantly he wavered between yes and no. Yes, she was Dunamis. No, he didn’t want her to be so she wasn’t. She was a woman, for Christ’s sake, a living, breathing, sensual woman. Not a stone. But she could
predict when their enemy approached, knew that enemy’s battle plan, as well. She could read minds and knew truth from lie.

Everything Dunamis could do.

Shit! Frustrated, he raked a hand through his hair.

“Do not move again, human.”

The deep, raspy voice echoed through the darkness. Remaining perfectly still, Gray sent his gaze throughout the night. He’d been so lost in his musing, he’d allowed someone to sneak up on him. Fucking hell!

Soon he spotted the intruder as clearly as if the sun glowed overhead. His blood ran cold. The golden-eyed warrior had a sword pointed at his heart.

“Let the woman go,” he said. Slowly he shifted, pressing his skin against the blade’s tip. It pricked and stung, but he was able to settle Jewel beneath him, guarding her with his body. He inched his hand to his waist and the blade strapped there. “Maybe I’ll let you live,” he said, hoping the boast would serve as a distraction.

The dark-haired warrior chuckled. “I like your spirit, human. Or vampire? Or demon? You smell of all three. Now, awaken the woman. I wish to speak with her.”

“I’m awake, Renard.”

Gray released a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. Jewel sounded calm, completely unafraid, and the fact that she knew the warrior by name eased his worry for her safety. That didn’t stop him from gripping his blade and holding it at the ready.

“Remove your weapon from Gray, please,” she said,
sitting up. “If you hurt him, I will find a way to make your life miserable for all eternity.”

Noticing the way her white robe flowed over her exquisite curves, Gray was immensely grateful he’d insisted that they dress after their explosive lovemaking in the river. He wanted no one viewing her nakedness but himself.

The warrior Renard did as commanded and sheathed his weapon with a long, drawn-out sigh. “Am I allowed to have no fun?”

“Not with my man, no.”

Gray liked those words on her lips.

“Did you come to steal me away?” she asked.

“Actually, no.”

Jewel relaxed. “Truth,” she said.

Gray jumped to his feet, not wanting the brute to have any type of advantage. “You want to explain why you’re here and threatening me at sword point?” he asked, keeping his voice conversational.

The large warrior, who stood as tall as Gray, grinned. “Not particularly, no.”

“Renard,” Jewel said, her expression as stern as a schoolteacher. “Tell us, or I’ll read your mind. Then I’ll tell all your secrets.”

He shuddered. “First, you enter dragon territory. Then we see you in the Inner City with mers following you.
Then
demons attack you, and if that isn’t enough, we see the vampires save you. Have you joined with them?” The question lashed out, sharpened with a dangerous edge.

“Of course not.”

“Then tell us, please, what is going on.”

“We? Us?” Gray demanded, already scanning the forest.

Light began to seep from the crystal dome, chasing away the shadows as four other hulking warriors stepped from behind the trees. Gray rolled his eyes. Not only had one man sneaked up on him, but four of his friends had, as well. Why not post a sign on the trees that read, Human This Way. Follow Path.

“Brand,” Jewel squealed happily, jumping to her feet. She raced over to the men, throwing herself in their arms one by one.

“Jewel!” Gray started to go after her, every possessive and protective bone in body shouting a protest. He wanted to jerk her away from them, but he didn’t. He forced himself to remain in place, entranced by the sight of her happiness. The men were gentle with her as they passed her from one to the other. Still.

He didn’t like anyone else—especially these testosterone filled warriors—putting their hands on his woman. And she was his. She’d purred her love and he’d claimed her, so she might as well get used to it.

When had he become such an alpha?

Renard’s golden eyes lit with amusement. “Lucky for you she doesn’t want to part with you.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Exactly how long have you been hanging around here?”

Smile growing, the warrior said, “We gave you privacy for your mating, if that’s what you want to know.” His amusement died quickly, however. “What kind of creature are you?”

Gray shrugged, not about to answer or explain. “Jewel,” he called, done with the stranger. She’d been away from him for too long. “Come here. Please.”

Steps light, she reclaimed her position at his side. Her expression radiated bright, illuminant bliss. “These men belong to Darius en Kragin,” she explained. “He’s the king of the dragons, and the dragons are the closest things I’ve ever had to friends.”

He almost groaned. He did frown. “Dragons?” Too easily he remembered how one of their race had welcomed him those first few nights in Atlantis.

“These men are honorable.” She looked to the tallest blond. “How is Darius and his new bride?”

The warrior, Brand, raised sandy brows, saying pointedly, “You will soon see for yourself.”

Her smile faded. “Renard said you were not here to steal me. There was truth in his words.”

“I will not steal you. You will simply come with me willingly. Darius bid us to find you and bring you to him.”

“No,” Gray said. “We won’t go.”

“We need to reach the Temple of Cronus,” Jewel added.

“The Temple of—” Renard, who now stood next to the blond, frowned. “The temple was destroyed months ago when humans came through the portal.”

Jewel’s body went completely still, her lungs refusing to take in air. Surely he was mistaken. Surely she would have known, have felt something. “You’re wrong,” she managed to gasp.

“It was decimated, and there is nothing left. I speak true.”

Yes, he did, she realized, her stomach knotting painfully. An image of crumpled stone flashed in her mind, and she almost cried out. This was what her feeling of foreboding had been about when she’d asked Gray to take her to the temple. She’d ignored it, had refused to contemplate it because then she would have had to give up hope of finding her father.

But all this time, her hopes had been for nothing. She raised a shaky hand to her mouth, covering her trembling lips. She wanted a family so desperately, wanted to find her father and feel his arms around her. She wanted something like Gray had with his brothers and sister.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her into an equally strong chest. Gray’s masculine scent reached her nose. “I’m here, baby.”

White-hot tears burned her eyes, and the trembling spread to her chin. Sinking into him, she drew from his strength and swallowed back her anguish. She would not break down emotionally in front of these men. She was strong, damn it. She would survive. Right now she had Gray, and she would cherish their short time together, letting nothing taint it.

She gave him a lingering hug, then forced herself to disengage. She faced Brand squarely. “Why does Darius wish to see me?” There. Switching the conversation to the dragon king almost,
almost
drowned the knowledge that she no longer knew where to search for her father.

Brand tsked under his tongue. “You know only he can tell you that. Are you ready to leave?”

Gray stiffened, and she knew his blood was heating, preparing his body for battle.

“I have promised to do something for Gray,” she said, “and that promise comes before your king.”

“Whatever it is you must do for your man, you can do at our palace.”

Yes, she could, she realized with both joy and dejection. That would give her more time with Gray, and she grasped on to the reprieve. She faced him. “I know you’re in a hurry to find Dunamis,” she whispered, “and I know your people need you back, but can you stay? For one more day?” Sucking in a breath, she added, “Dunamis will be yours now or later, whichever you decide.”

He searched her face, his expression guarded. She expected him to ask how he could acquire the stone now that Cronus was destroyed but he didn’t. He nodded and said, “One more day.”

Relief swept through her, blanketing her sorrow and her fear. “Thank you.”

“Gentlemen,” he said, never taking his gaze from her. “It appears we will be joining you.”

“Too bad you agreed so easily,” one of the dragons said, the tallest of the group. “I would have loved to convince you some other way.” The man actually sounded disappointed.

“You will be safe with the dragons.” Jewel linked her fingers with Gray’s. “They are a fierce lot, but very protective and Darius—” She paused, her words grinding to a halt. A dark premonition slithered through her mind. “Darius is in trouble.”

The dragons didn’t question her knowledge of this. They knew her powers firsthand and knew she never lied. Simultaneously they roared, growing wider and larger, morphing into their dragon forms, claws, tails and wings sprouting from their bodies and ripping away their clothing. Scales replaced skin, sharp fangs replaced teeth. Fire spewed from their mouths.

Gray tried to grab her and push her behind him.

“It’s all right,” she said. “They will not hurt us.”

“My God. I’ve seen some weird shit, but this…”

“They will fly us to the dragon palace.” She guided him forward. “Climb on and enjoy the ride.”

“Dear God.” He grabbed his backpack from the ground and slung it over his shoulder before tentatively climbing on the dragon’s back. Thankfully it remained unmoving, allowing him to settle on top. His every action was slow and measured.

“What’s taking you so long?” Jewel’s lips twitched, a smile clinging to the edges.

That smile eased the ache in his stomach, an ache that roared to life when she’d been told about Cronus, and he’d watched her go pale, watched tears fall from her eyes. He’d been helpless to do anything for her.

“Like I really want to touch something I’m not supposed to. I’m thinking we should walk.” Even as he spoke, he was swinging his leg around, ready to hop off.

She laughed, the erotic sound of it washing over him in sensual waves. “You are such a man. Just remember, the quicker we get there, the quicker I can have my wicked way with you.”

Faster than she could blink, he reached down, grabbed her arm, and hoisted her behind him. “Kick it into gear. We’re ready for takeoff.”

G
RAY HAD DONE
some crazy shit throughout his life, but this topped the list. After today, if anyone told him he didn’t have balls of steel, they’d be wrong. Usually he enjoyed flying. He’d jumped out of planes, for God’s sake. Hell, he’d levitated and flown himself into town.

Right now, as the wind roared through his hair and the crystal dome emitted a soft golden glow above, all he wanted to do was vomit. His only anchor against free-falling to his death was his kung fu grip on a dragon. An actual, fire-breathing dragon. Behind him, Jewel leaned her head against his shoulder, soaking up the experience like they were in first-class accommodations aboard the Concorde.

“There it is,” she said, pointing straight ahead. “Darius’s palace.”

Sure enough, a huge crystal fortress loomed, a jagged and glistening monstrosity of uneven towers. All the colors of the rainbow glittered from the edges. Brand flew closer and closer to it, and a cold sweat broke over Gray’s skin. There were no doors that he could see. No windows. And the stupid dragon wasn’t slowing down.
Was, in fact, gliding his thin, nearly transparent wings faster.

Someone should have told him the plan was to crash into the wall and bust it open. He would have come up with plan B.

“Jewel, hold tight to me. Get ready for impact.”

But the top of the domed ceiling opened, quickly becoming wider. Sea water cascaded inside the palace. The dragons flew straight into the waterfall. Salty liquid rained on him, and he reached behind him and pulled Jewel’s face into his back.

Moments later, the dragons glided softly to the wet, tilted floors, the water draining at the sides. Water dripping from him, Gray hurriedly hopped down and helped Jewel do the same. He would not admit to having shaky limbs.

“Thank you.” Her wet hair clung to her face and shoulders. Now that they were here, there was a sad gleam in her eyes and a melancholy layer in her voice. Was she thinking about the ruined temple? Not knowing what else to do, he kissed her lips.

She blinked up at him and slowly smiled. Damn if his chest didn’t constrict.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“Just ’cause.”

He turned his attention to the dragons. Because Jewel trusted them so completely, he was able to relax his guard more so than usual. And wasn’t that ironic? He couldn’t trust the human partners OBI sometimes stuck him with, but he could put his life in the hands
of a fire-breathing beast. For the first time since entering Atlantis, he didn’t feel chased or hunted. Or like the next item on the menu.

As he watched, the creatures’ scales disappeared beneath their bronzed skin. Their elongated faces shrank, their tails and wings retracted under small slits of human skin, and they were once again completely human. Of course, they were also completely naked.

“Don’t stare, Blaze, or I’ll cover your eyes.”

She snorted.

“This way,” Brand said. Without waiting for their agreement, he and the others stalked from the room.

Side by side, he and Jewel followed them into a hallway. Sconces lined the walls, illuminating the glistening wealth. He didn’t know what he expected of a dragon palace, but what he found wasn’t it. Diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, and rubies adorned the walls. Gold and silver provided the glue that held the gems together.

“My God,” he muttered. So much wealth… He’d never seen its like.

Forcing himself to look away proved difficult, but he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted. “If anything happens, get behind me. Okay?” He might trust the dragons in this room, but he didn’t know what lay beyond these doors. Steadily he moved the knife from his waistband and tucked it under his shirtsleeve.

“I hope you remember being this protective in the morning.”

The morning…when she would give him Dunamis? When she would give him herself? “You can count on
it,” he said, trying to assure her that no matter what she told him, he would not hurt her.

She bit her lip then opened her mouth to say something. She closed it with a snap. “I…like you, Gray.”

That wasn’t what she’d wanted to say. He would have preferred to hear “I love you” again, but those words would do for now.
He
really liked every damn thing about her. “I like you, too, sweetheart.”

“Can you two not shut up for a few seconds?” Renard said on a sigh. “You are just like Darius and Grace. Sweetheart this and sweetheart that. We are sick to death of such nonsense.”

“Where are you taking us?” Gray asked.

“To meet Darius,” Jewel answered for the dragon.

Brand pivoted on his heel and approached the far right wall. For the first time, Gray noticed the medallion hanging at the warrior’s neck. It was small and round and now emitted a slight blue glow. As if sensing its presence, two panels immediately opened.

“I spent two years here,” Jewel said. “Javar was leader then. Darius was but a hatchling, learning the dictates of a Guardian.”

“And a Guardian is…”

“A protector of this city. When humans try to enter, Guardians kill them.”

“Darius doesn’t do as much killing these days,” Renard said. “Grace gets mad. So now he takes the traveler somewhere on the surface and clears his memory.”

“I was not killed or redirected,” Gray pointed out.

“Yes,” Brand said. “And we are curious as to why. Darius has every intention of finding out.”

They finished their walk down the wide, long hall in silence, leaving a trail of water. They turned a corner—and stepped into a dining room of utter decadence. A dragon-clawed table, ivory walls, ebony floors. A large bay window opened in back, overlooking the entire span of the city. His sister, Katie, restored homes and would have killed to own this room. Hooks lined one section of the wall, each dangling a piece of clothing.

A big warrior sat at the head of the table, a dainty redhead on his lap. She whispered something in his ear and the beast laughed. Even laughing, Gray had never seen a more imposing figure. A scar slashed from the man’s left eye to his chin. He looked like he dined on small children for breakfast and glass shards for dessert.

“We bring news, Darius,” Brand announced. He stopped in front of the still laughing male.

Color bloomed bright on the redhead’s cheeks. She popped to her feet, giving Gray his first full look at her. Her hair curled around her shoulders and freckles adorned every inch of visible skin. She wore jeans and a T-shirt.

He’d seen nothing but robes and togas for the past week, and the modern surface clothes shocked him.

Darius frowned, standing and skidding his chair behind him. “Dress first. Then tell me what you have learned.” He braced his feet apart and locked his hands behind his back, prepared, awaiting bad news.

The warriors dressed, taking clothes from the hooks.

Unlike every other dragon Gray had seen so far,
Darius did not have golden eyes. His were blue and swirled like a morning mist, as otherworldly as Layel’s. As otherworldly as Jewel’s. In fact, both Jewel and Darius possessed the same silky black hair. Gray’s gaze shot from one to the other. Jewel had traits of the demons, vampires, and now dragons, yet she appeared human. What did that mean?

Renard straightened to attention. “Vampires and demons have joined forces. They were making their way here when they stopped in the Inner City to give chase to this human and—”

“Me.” Jewel stepped around him.

All eyes focused on her.

Because he felt a sudden rush of pride for her, Gray didn’t try to push her behind him this time. She stood strong in the face of danger and accepted the consequences. Even though he hated doing nothing, he would not take that away from her. Especially when he sensed these men would not harm her.

His dad had raised him to believe women needed safeguarding, that they were weak and vulnerable without a man. His strong, capable sister, Katie, proved that theory wrong every day. Jewel, too. She sought to guard and defend his life, to place herself in danger in hopes of saving him.

“I had heard you escaped from Marina, so I sent my men to fetch you,” Darius said. His voice was as hard and unbending as his expression. “I am unsure whether to trust you. Are you here at her bidding?”

A wave of hurt flickered in Jewel’s eyes, but she quickly doused it and returned the dragon leader’s
frown. “No. Do you truly believe she would have let me leave for any reason? Even your downfall?”

Darius studied her and nodded. “You are right. I have many questions for you. The human, though—”

“Is my only reason for coming with your men. If he leaves, so too do I.”

The dragon growled low in his throat. “Very well, then. If he hurts, destroys or steals anything, I will personally see to his death.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Gray said without fear.

Unused to insubordination, Darius advanced toward him. Anger darkened his eyes.

The redhead stepped forward with a smile, blocking his path. Her smile seemed genuine despite the tension growing in the room. “I’m Grace, the big guy’s wife. It’s so nice to meet you.”

As she stretched out her hand to shake Gray’s, Darius growled, “Touching Grace is not permitted, human. You will keep your hands to yourself.”

“Oh, hush up,” she said without turning around. She and Gray shook. “I, for one, am glad to see another human.”

Darius threw up his hands in exasperation. “You see your brother every day.”

She only smiled again. “Can you really consider Alex a human?”

Darius’s lips pressed tight as he fought a grin of his own.

“Don’t let Darius fool you,” she told Gray. “He’s nothing but a softie.” Grace turned to Jewel. “We’re so happy to have you here. I’ve heard so much about you
and have been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Why don’t I show you to a room, and you can prepare for lunch. We’ll all have a nice conversation after we’ve eaten.”

Darius stalked to the petite woman’s side. “I do not want you taking part in this. You—”

Grace turned her attention full force on her husband. She batted her lashes and curled her hands over his chest. “I seriously hope you’re not trying to send me away, because you’d be in a shitload of trouble.”

The man melted, that was the only way to describe it. His expression softened and he reached out and brushed a red curl from Grace’s temple. “Take them to their rooms, then. After lunch, we will question them together.”

Grace planted a swift kiss on his lips before beaming up at Gray and Jewel. “As I was saying, I’ll show you each to a room.”

“We’ll share.” Gray shifted to battle stance. No way was he going to be parted from Jewel. “Only one is needed.”

She looked to Jewel for confirmation. Jewel nodded, her cheeks bright red with color.

The blue-green of Grace’s eyes sparkled with knowing. “You can bathe, rest or…whatever, and we’ll meet back here in one—”

“Two,” Jewel said, looking down at her feet.

Gray’s lips twitched.

“Two hours.”