Warriors of Poseidon 04 - Atlantis Unmasked

something else, but Grace put a hand on his arm. “I hate to admit it, but he‟s right. The Fae never reveal their sources, like some sort of twisted journalists. But he knows what he knows, and it would help us to know it, too.”
     
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    Alexios bared his teeth at Rhys na Garanwyn, but subsided. “Okay, tell us what you know.”
     
    Rhys raised a single, silken eyebrow, and Grace had to bite her lip to keep from laughing again. She would bet that the Fae was not used to being ordered around in such a manner.
     
    “Vonos is having a ball tomorrow night. He has invited every person of any worth to him, both political and material, in the state. We need to be at that ball,” Rhys said. “If you will come to Silverglen with me tonight, you will be able to rest in peace and safety, and then tomorrow we can prepare our strategy.”
     
    Grace was shaking her head before the end of the sentence was out of his mouth. “No.
    I won‟t go to the Fae lands. I know what happens to mere humans who get trapped in Silverglen. I don‟t want to suddenly wake up and find out I‟ve lost eighty years of my life.”
     
    “I can protect you, Grace,” Alexios said. “It might be a good idea to find out what he wants.”
     
    She shook her head. “No. I‟m sorry, I don‟t mean to offer insult or be difficult. But my grandmother told me enough of the Fae that I have what I consider to be a healthy fear of spending any time in Silverglen.”
     
    “Fine,” the Fae said, clearly annoyed. “I give my word you will not be harmed.”
     
    “One thing is really not clear to me,” Alexios said slowly. “Why do you want to help us?”
     
    “Other than the obvious—that it will be a good way to show faith as we begin a possible alliance?”
     
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    “Yeah, other than that,” Alexios drawled.
     
    “The vampire has something he took from me centuries ago, and I mean to have it back,” Rhys said, an eerie golden light shining in his eyes.
     
    “Okay, then,” Grace said brightly, her senses warning her that something big, bad, and dangerous was near and not putting it past Rhys to have set them up in a trap. “If it‟s yours, you should certainly have it. If we can help, just let us know. Need to go now.
    Meet you later, ‟kay?”
     
    Rhys sadly shook his head. “No, I‟m afraid I really must insist that you stay here and remain safe.”
     
    And then, before Grace or Alexios could move, he waved a hand and the inhumanly beautiful sound of Fae flutes sounded all around them.
     
    Alexios pulled Grace into his arms just before she fell. “Damn it, I knew we should never trust the Fae,” he said, his words slurring.
     
    Grace couldn‟t even form the words to agree before the world went black. The last thing she saw was Rhys na Garanwyn‟s treacherous, laughing face.

Chapter 28
    Alexios woke first, and thanked Poseidon that Grace lay in his arms, clearly sleeping and not dead. He stared around him at the eerie quality of the light that played along the walls of whatever strange room they‟d been imprisoned in. It was gold one moment and an emerald green the next, as if they lay behind a flashing light post. He tightened his arms around Grace, silently vowing to himself never, ever to let her go within ten miles of any danger again, but she stirred and then opened those beautiful eyes and stared up at him.
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    “Where are we?” she asked, as instant awareness flashed into her eyes. “Rhys? What did he do to us?”
     
    “We got elfed, mi amara ,” Alexios said, trying to remain calm and strong for her. Trying not to worry that he‟d never be able to release her from an elven prison. “I‟m not sure how to get out of here, yet, but I do know that we will.”
     
    She bit her lip. “How long have we been here? We weren‟t Rip van Winkled, too, were we?”
     
    “What?”
     
    “Did they steal time? Are we in the future now?”
     
    “No, I don‟t think so. The Fae magic cannot glamour the Atlantean sense of time, and I feel no wrongness about the present,” he said.
     
    “Well, this is normally not a good idea unless you‟re dead, but let‟s head toward the light,” she said, pointing at the distant edge of the space where they lay, which was considerably brighter.
     
    He nodded, unable to find a flaw in the idea,