Heart Of Atlantis

in a deep breath, in spite of the acrid scents of battle, bile, and blood that infused the air.
    “I’m sorry, Quinn. He’s dead.”

    As the rebel fighters who were still capable of walking drew near, Quinn screamed her denial and threw her body over Jack, as if to protect him from the Reaper’s merciless gaze. But death came to all mortals—even Atlanteans—and Alaric’s only thought now was to remove her from this place before their enemies returned. He met Daniel’s gaze and realized that the vampire was experiencing Quinn’s anguish through the blood bond, even as Daniel held a semiconscious Serai in his arms.
    “I cannot help her,” Daniel said quietly, his face grim.
    “We must leave before they return. We’ve lost more than half of our fighters, and I have no idea what reserves of soldiers they can call upon.”
    Alaric crouched down next to Quinn. “You can’t stay here. You know Jack wouldn’t have wanted it,” he said, touching her arm.
    “No, leave me alone!” She wrenched away from him, but then grabbed his hand and pulled it toward Jack’s prone form.
    “Wait. You can heal him,” she said imploringly. “You healed me before. I’ve seen you heal lots of people. You can do it. Fix him.”
    “He’s gone, Quinn. I can heal grievous wounds, it is true, and you know I would do anything for you, but I cannot heal death. Only the gods can do that.”
    Quinn screamed again, tears rolling, unheeded, down her face; sorrow pouring forth from a wellspring too deep to be denied.
    Serai, conscious now but still in Daniel’s arms, suddenly spoke. “He’s not gone,” she said, and icy chills chased each other down Alaric’s spine at the sound of her magic-drenched voice. “He’s almost gone, but a small part of him remains.”
    Alaric stared at her and raised his hands as if to block any attack Serai might try. She made a dismissing motion and ignored him, focused entirely on Quinn and Jack.
    “Put me down. There next to Jack,” Serai said to Daniel, who obeyed instantly.
    Alaric’s eyes narrowed. Ally Daniel might be, but a primal wariness in Alaric warned him against allowing a vampire so near to an Atlantean princess. It was, however, a problem for another time.
    Serai gently nudged Quinn to one side and lay across Jack’s body, but Quinn shoved her away.
    “No! What are you doing? Get off him!”
    Serai turned to Alaric and spoke to him through the Atlantean mental pathway.
    She must let me try to reach him—I believe a tendril of his essence remains on this side of death’s gate.
    It took only a moment for Alaric to recognize the deep magic in Serai’s aura, and he gently pulled Quinn back and away from Jack.
    “Give her a chance, Quinn. The ancients had magic we have long forgotten.”
    Quinn trembled in his arms as Serai ran gentle hands across the tiger’s bloody fur. The princess began to sing wordlessly before turning to Quinn.
    “Part of him lives, but only his animal side is still—barely—on this side of the river of death. I can call to the tiger that is Jack and help him come back, but his human side is almost certainly lost forever.”
    Quinn’s suspicion all but radiated out from her body. “What
are
you?”
    “I am Serai of Atlantis, and the Emperor gifted me with ancient magic not seen on this world since before my continent dove beneath the oceans,” Serai responded, silvery light shimmering around her. “I gift you his choice, as another once gifted me the choice of life or death for one I loved. Shall I let him seek out his ancestors in the afterlife or do you wish him to live, though it be perhaps only a half life?”
    “I choose life,” Quinn said fiercely. “You make him live, do you hear me? No matter what it takes. Make at least part of him live, and I can find the rest of him somehow. Someday. You
make him live
.”
    Serai began to sing, and currents of magic danced around her in a ballet of delicate power so intricate and complex that Alaric doubted anyone still walking the earth had seen its like. Mere seconds passed before Jack’s body arched up off the ground, and he coughed harshly.
    “Does he know who he is?” Alaric demanded.
    “Honestly, I don’t know what he knows,” Serai said. “Or
who
he knows. If he has reverted fully to tiger and only tiger, he’s not safe to be around.”
    “Thank you. No matter what else, you brought him back from death. We’ll figure the rest out. I owe him that much,” Quinn said.
    Alaric