Prince of Time. Rebecca York

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СКАЧАТЬ a stab of guilt. She had a pilot’s license. She could have flown here herself. But she’d wanted to look like nothing more than a travel agent, so she’d paid well for Glen’s services. She hadn’t told him she was on a highly classified assignment from the government. Instead she’d used the cover story she and her sister, Marissa, found so convenient—that they specialized in scouting out adventure locales. And she’d been hired by a millionaire sportsman in the lower forty-eight who wanted to climb a mountain nobody else had tackled.

      As she and Glen had approached the Alaskan range, her special instruments had confirmed that there was something strange on the east slope of one of the peaks.

      “Never taken anyone here before,” her guide had remarked as he set the plane down on the water with a gentle touch.

      “That’s what my client wants,” Cassie had replied cheerfully, trying to mask the excitement in her voice. This expedition was important to her, more important than she was willing to admit.

      Now look what she’d gotten herself into, she thought as she fought panic. Nobody knew where she was. No one was going to come rescue her the way Jed Prentiss had saved her sister a few months ago. With a fleeting smile, she thought about Jed and Marci, taking comfort from the knowledge that her sister was well and happy. At least one of the Devereaux sisters had escaped the ravages of their childhood.

      But that childhood had also made them both fighters. And Cassie wasn’t going to give up so easily. Pulling out her flashlight, she started inching along the ledge, squeezing around a boulder that had crashed against the rock. Behind it was a large indentation and, on the ground, shards of what might have been basalt. Only they looked too jagged.

      Cassie picked one up, running her thumb cautiously along the edge. It felt more like plastic than stone. Turning, she realized that light emanated from the hole the boulder had made. When she shouldered the cracked surface, it gave with a groaning sound, and she stumbled through—into some sort of manmade corridor. The walls were cold metal, but they radiated a gentle amber glow like an old computer screen.

      Dear heaven! It looked as if the boulder had crashed into an escape hatch for a secret military post. The irony made her laugh, the sound echoing hollowly off the tunnel walls. So much for the FCC’s little mystery! They were going to be angry about spending the money to send her up here.

      Cassandra expected to hear alarms ring and see guards with machine guns. But there was no intruder alert, only the insistent hum of equipment deep in the earth.

      “Anybody home?”

      Only the hollow echo of her own voice answered. Maybe this was an automated facility. Replacing her flashlight in her pack, she crept forward, aware that the humming was getting louder as she descended into the mountain. Several feet ahead of her, the passage was dark. But as she moved forward, the glow kept pace, imparting an eerie sense of being ushered onward.

      Yet she couldn’t detect the video cameras that must be marking her progress. And she found herself fighting a growing sense that she’d stepped into a science-fiction movie. The very air smelled as if it had been scrubbed by special purification equipment and recycled for centuries.

      Shivering, she tried to put aside such fantasies. This place couldn’t have been here for centuries. It had almost certainly been built as part of our Soviet surveillance network.

      Her progress stopped abruptly at a flat metal door with no handle. Now what? She didn’t have a key card. And there was no way her retinal patterns or handprints were in the computer. Trying the old-fashioned method, she banged on the door. When nothing happened, she began to look for a control panel. Maybe she’d find a phone, and she could call for help. There had to be something! She couldn’t have come so far only to be shut out.

      Doggedly, she went over every inch of the metal walls, pressing and feeling for invisible seams. She wasn’t sure which random motion had the desired effect, but a sudden whooshing noise made her look up to see twin panels glide out of the way like the doors on the starship Enterprise.

      Beyond was a yawning, profound blackness, alive with the pulsing sound she’d been hearing since she’d entered the tunnel. The unknown waited for her inside, and she was afraid. But in the end, there was really no choice. Gathering her courage, she crossed the threshold.

      As before, the lights came up, and she saw that she was in what looked like a control room, surrounded by banks of futuristic computers and other equipment she couldn’t identify. In the center of the room was a tall chamber about the size of a telephone booth.

      Curiosity—or perhaps a feeling of compulsion—drew Cassie toward the enclosed space. Its walls were opaque and shot through with streaks of color like mother-of-pearl. Afraid, yet fascinated, Cassie watched as they began to glow and change, becoming translucent—the transformation coming from the top down.

      The humming of the equipment increased, rising to a crescendo around her, but she hardly heard. All her attention was focused on the compartment before her. Someone was inside. She saw the eyes first. Was transfixed by the laser intensity that held her captive, compelling her to take a step forward and then another to meet her destiny.

      Blood pounding in her ears, she stood immobile as the walls of the chamber went through a final metamorphosis. Before her motionless gaze, they turned transparent as glass. And she found herself staring in shock at a naked man.

      He didn’t respond to her sharp intake of breath, and she realized with stunned certainty and a degree of relief that those probing eyes were not looking at her. In fact, although she stood only six feet away, he didn’t seem aware that anyone else was in the room. Was it possible that only she could see him through the transparent surface separating them? The supposition gave her a measure of reassurance as anger flashed across his rigid features, anger that rolled from him in an almost physical wave, penetrating the chamber, crashing against the walls and ceiling of the small room.

      Cassie wanted to turn and run. Get away from him before he shattered the walls of the capsule, charged out and blocked her escape. But some almost supernatural force kept her from turning away from the threat he represented. In that moment she was sure that he had compelled her to this place. But her mind couldn’t cope with such an outlandish assumption, and she dismissed it.

      She worried her lip and wiped her damp palms on the legs of her jogging pants as she stood and watched him. His face was strong, the features pleasing and vaguely exotic. Cassie studied the slight slant of his eyes, the exaggerated thrust of his chin, the wide mouth, wondering if he came from some tribe of Native Americans that barely interacted with the outside world. Was that it? Did his people live up here in the Alaskan wilds? Had they built this place? If so, why was he imprisoned?

      His posture was erect and still as a statue, and she had an even wilder thought—that he was a prince from another time and place thrown into a trance by an evil sorcerer. He’d been under this mountain for centuries, waiting. And she was the woman sent to wake him with a kiss.

      The fantasy was getting personal again. She shook her head to banish it. But still, she couldn’t tug her gaze from him. She watched as he drew in a shuddering breath, filling his lungs greedily and then exhaling with more control. Slowly, he raised his hand and flexed the fingers, looking at them with a slightly bemused expression. Raising the hand farther, he flattened the palm against his chest, pressing it over his heart as if needing reassurance that life was surging through his veins. He let out a deep sigh. Then his face changed, the features taking on a sudden wrenching vulnerability that made her own heart contract.

      Transfixed, she watched as his palm slid across his chest, across skin that was a light СКАЧАТЬ