Jewel Of Atlantis. Gena Showalter

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      He looked so beautiful.

      He scanned the room, searching for her. And when their gazes collided, locked, hot awareness stole her breath. Her heart skipped a beat. He was strength and life epitomized just then, and he was here for her.

      Slowly his lips lifted in a tender smile completely at odds with the fiery carnage behind him. “Hello, Prudence.”

      She nearly melted.

      “And just so you know, you are so not the commanding officer in this relationship. Now let’s go.”

      Chapter Four

      JEWEL’S HEART THUNDERED in her chest as she raced behind Gray through a maze of darkened rooms. She remained alert, ready to lash out if someone tried to hurt him. More than once, she’d attempted to take the lead, but he kept her firmly shielded by the width of his body.

      Her satchel of stolen goods was tied to her waist, and the heavy burden banged against her thigh with her every movement. Flames flickered sporadically, licking the walls, offering momentary visions of crimson remains.

      Gray’s steps were eerily quiet amid the tormented screams of dying demons, and he blended so well with the shadows she might not have known he was there if she hadn’t been able to smell the masculinity of his scent. Hadn’t felt the heat radiating from him and enveloping her.

      He stopped abruptly, pivoted, and leveled her with a hard stare. He towered over her, the size and width of him nearly swallowing her whole. She’d known he was tall and big, but not like this. Seeing him in person brought to light the sheer maleness of him, the vitality. Placing one finger over his green-black painted lips, he motioned for her to be silent. She nodded her understanding.

      One of his arms wrapped around her and pulled her deeper into the shadows, deeper into his body. This was her first true contact with him and even though danger lurked all around them, she found herself yearning to melt into him, to wrap herself around him and slide her lips over his skin.

      “Stay here.” His warm breath fanned her ear. “I’ll be back.”

      Truth. His words held only truth. He would be back.

      Her gift to hear beneath the actual words and know beyond any doubt the speaker’s true intention was usually a curse. Not today. When Gray slinked away in the next instant, she didn’t race after him. Following him would have proved impossible, anyway. He was like a mist, barely visible one moment, an ethereal phantom the next, lost from her sights completely. She pressed against the too-warm, jagged wall behind her. Where had he gone? What was he doing?

      Seconds dragged by, and a slow panic began to burn in her belly as a sickening thought occurred to her. Gray intended to return, true. Sometimes, though, intentions mattered little. He could be ambushed. Hurt. She gulped. Killed. After the premonition had warned her of his being hurt, why had she let him leave her?

      Fighting a rising tide of terror, she tried to open her mind to him, to find him in the chaos and guide his steps, but she continually stumbled against a mental barrier and saw only darkness. Was it his barrier? Or her own? Having never encountered this type of resistance before, she didn’t know the answer. Frustration joined ranks with terror, heating her panic to boiling.

      She drew in a long breath, hoping to calm herself, but the overpowering odor of sulfur and smoke stung her nostrils, making her gag. Bands of fiery heat permeated the air as flickers of light continued to illuminate the shadows. Her gaze scanned the hallway for any sign of Gray. Instead, she saw the dead demon bodies that littered the floor, their scales sizzling.

      A noxious breeze ruffled her hair when a hissing demon whizzed past her, his wings gliding frantically. The creature didn’t spare her a glance, but she caught the feral, pained glaze in his eyes, the wildness of his expression.

      She quickly untied her satchel, dug inside, and yanked out a jeweled dagger she’d stolen from Marina. Sensing her, the demon whirled around and pinned her with a deadly glare, hunger washing over his features. Marina’s minions were never to hurt or touch her without permission, but Jewel doubted this one cared about such an edict now. He craved blood and death. Saliva dripped from his fangs, as he moved toward her.

      Her heart skipped a beat before reclaiming its frantic tempo. In her visions of Gray’s life, she’d seen him fight. She’d seen him kill. He performed each feat with ease, such grace and agility, never questioning his choices. I can do this. I can. Nothing mattered except survival. Determined, she raised the weapon.

      Sensing her intent, the demon abandoned his slow stalking and launched himself at her.

      Her mouth went dry and time slowed. Closer and closer he came. As his claws elongated, preparing to rip through her, she sank to the ground, shoved her knife up and into his stomach. An unholy screech vibrated in her ears.

      “Bitch!” He spat the profanity, hissing wildly. His body jerked and spasmed; his legs kicked out.

      She rolled away from him but wasn’t fast enough. His foot slammed into her middle, knocking the breath from her lungs and doubling her over. Panting, she jolted to her feet. The demon tried to remove the knife, but couldn’t get a good grip on the handle. He thrashed and moaned and writhed.

      Run, her mind shouted. Hide.

      She didn’t. Couldn’t.

      Very soon Gray would return here, and she couldn’t leave this demon alive, placing her human in unknowing danger. A weapon. She needed another weapon. Jewel sprinted through the hallway, searching for something. Anything. Only dead bodies greeted her.

      Gray suddenly appeared at the opposite end of the hallway like an avenging angel, his features hard and cold. His legs were braced apart, and his hands fisted at his sides.

      He spied the infuriated, injured demon, then darted his gaze throughout the long, narrow space until he saw her. His eyes were winged with soot, making the silver irises appear all the more steely and as dark as a winter sky.

      “Stay where you are,” he commanded her, returning his attention to the creature. He still held his knife, the silver now drenched with crimson. Steps slow and sure, he approached, his muscles clenched and ready for attack.

      As Jewel watched him, four words pounded inside her mind. Gray. Danger. Blood. Death.

      No. No! “Stop,” she screamed, bolting toward him. “Not another step!”

      Too late.

      The demon had gained his bearings, had waited until Gray drew close enough, and used his wings to vault forward. Before Gray could dodge him, the creature sank his razor-sharp fangs into Gray’s upper arm.

      Gray howled in surprise and pain. “Motherfucker!” He slashed at the demon with his knife, but its teeth retained a tight grip, buried deep.

      The moment she was within reach, Jewel kicked up and struck the demon dead center in the face. His head whipped to the side, and his teeth tore out of Gray, dripping with blood.

      With a growl, Gray leapt to the creature and sliced its throat. When it stopped thrashing, when its screams died, the room too became still. Silent.

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