Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

or, knowing Grace, go bang his head against the wall to let off some steam. If he didn’t move, he was going to explode.
    “We’ve searched everywhere. After Brennan nearly blew out my brain cells with that mental blast, there was nothing. Just that weird buzzing again. I need Alaric, Conlan. I’m not powerful enough to do this without him, and Brennan is in serious trouble or he’d be answering me.”
    “Are you sure?” Conlan drummed his fingers on the table. “The curse broke and his emotions . .
    . Maybe he wants some time alone with Tiernan?”
    “In the middle of a mission? Are you nuts?” Alexios stopped, remembering he was talking to his high prince. “I’m sorry, Conlan, but I’m really worried here. I need you or I need Alaric or, preferably, both of you.”
    Conlan stood up in an explosive movement and suddenly hurled his cup across the room, where it shattered on the wall. He whipped around to face Alexios, and his eyes were wild. “Do you think I don’t know that? That I’m not worried, too? Brennan is one of mine, Alexios, just like you and Bastien and Denal, Justice and Ven, and hells, even Christophe. The responsibility for each and every one of you lies squarely on my shoulders.”
    Alexios shoved his hair out of his face, heedless of his scars. Conlan had seen them before. “He was mine to protect, but I got there too late. We’ve searched everywhere for him and for Tiernan, but nothing. Nobody saw anything, nobody knows anything. Nothing.”
    “Where is Litton?” Grace asked. “Or that turd Wesley?”
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    “Nobody has seen either of them,” Alexios said. “Lucas’s computer guy is tracking down Wesley’s home address. Litton dropped off the grid when he founded this company. He seems to live there, too.”
    Conlan nodded, closing his eyes. A full minute later, he looked at Alexios, who had to squint against the power shining from the prince’s eyes.
    “He’s on his way,” Conlan said. “Alaric. He’s bringing some of the local rebels with him. They seem to think it’s going to be a fight, that there is some kind of underground fortress. Quinn will meet you at Lucas’s headquarters.”
    “Quinn knows Lucas?”
    “Quinn knows everybody,” Grace informed them. “How do you think she got to be the leader of all rebel groups in North America?”
    “And you?” Alexios asked Conlan.
    “I,” Conlan said grimly, “apparently am called to a command appearance before the High Court of the Fae.”
    “Seelie Court?” Alexios asked.
    “I wouldn’t even consider going if it were Unseelie Court,” Conlan snapped. “Not with Riley and Aidan—no. Just no.”
    “This, however, is an offer you can’t refuse,” Grace muttered. “Trust me, I know way more than I want about the Fae.”
    Alexios shared a look with her as they both remembered the last time they’d encountered Rhys na Garanwyn, high prince, High Court, Seelie Fae. He’d pulled a Rip Van Winkle on them, as she called it, and they’d briefly been afraid that he’d stolen years of their lives. Instead, he’d stolen something they still hadn’t been able to identify, from a very unpleasant vampire, and then left Grace and Alexios to face the consequences.
    Honor had a very different definition to the Fae than it did to the Warriors of Poseidon. They couldn’t lie, but they never told the truth. They laughed at the very idea of loyalty. No, Alexios had no desire to see any Fae, ever again. If Rhys had put out a royal request to meet, though, it was tantamount to a declaration of war between Atlantis and the Fae if Conlan refused.
    “When do we meet Quinn and Alaric?” Alexios said, heading for the door, Grace right behind him. There was another fight he was going to face: telling her that she could not risk herself and the baby in a fight, even to rescue Brennan.
    “The sooner, the better,” Conlan said. “And Alexios?”
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    He stopped, one hand on the door. “Yes?”
    “Bring them home.”
    Alexios could only nod, humbled by the pain on Conlan’s face. “I swear it,” he said.

Chapter 33
    Brennan walked into a wall. Again. He kept smashing his face into hard surfaces. After the first few times he’d run into the cell bars, they’d shut down the electrical current, because they were afraid he’d inadvertently kill himself.
    He didn’t want to kill himself. He