Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

machines. For an instant nothing happened except they lit up with an unearthly blue light.
    “Now we duck,” Daniel said in her ear, and he yanked her down, and as they hit the floor, the room exploded.
    Tiernan pulled her head away from Daniel’s restraining arm just in time to see Brennan standing, legs braced and arms out, bent forward into the shield of light he’d created that protected them from the results of the blast. After several seconds, when the debris from the explosion had all fallen back down to the floor and lay burning, Brennan turned around.
    Tiernan ran to him and jumped into his arms, and he kissed her so hard and so deeply that she tasted the lightning. Her own world exploded around her, pulling her further and further into Atlantis Redeemed – Warriors of Poseidon 05
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    his soul. This time, it was a place she wanted to be.
    Finally, Brennan lifted his head and took a deep breath. “Now we run.”

Chapter 43
    Brennan lifted Tiernan into his arms and started running, following Daniel and Deirdre as they led the way through the maze of corridors to safety. Normally he never could have kept up with vampire speed, unless he’d been soaring as mist, but the lightning still infused his body. He raced along the corridors and took sharp turns without slowing, laughing as the power gave his feet wings of pure, shimmering electricity.
    Minutes later, Daniel stopped so suddenly that Deirdre nearly ran into him and, behind them both, Brennan skidded to a stop.
    “I hear something loud,” Daniel said, looking grim. “The shit, as the expression goes, is about to hit the fan.”
    Brennan carefully lowered Tiernan to her feet. “Stay behind me,” he said, and she nodded. He took a step forward, then stopped and spun around.
    “I love you,” he told her. “You need to know that, before we take one more step. Not because of the curse or the soul-meld or anything else except the goodness of your heart and the enormity of your courage. You are my soul and my life, mi amara, and I will love you until the end of this life and beyond. Can you ever love me?”
    She simply stood there and blinked, and his heart teetered on the precipice of despair, but then she laughed, and warmth that had nothing at all to do with the lightning spread throughout his body. “Brennan. I left heaven for you. I may not be poetic, but you have to know how much I love you, too.”
    He kissed her again, quickly, then turned to face whatever lay in wait.
    Daniel flashed away, moving in a blur, but was back seconds later. “I was right. Jones had plenty of followers. They heard the explosion; they never wanted me for Primator, anyway, and they are very eager to get their hands on you and your billions.”
    “Primator?” Tiernan said, and Brennan could hear the professional curiosity in her voice.
    “Later,” Daniel promised, and Tiernan nodded.
    They started forward, but then Deirdre stopped Brennan with a cold, pale hand on his wrist.
    “Atlantean, I want to know about my sister. Is she well?”
    He nodded. “Erin is very well, and she is happy. She brings great joy to our prince, Vengeance, Atlantis Redeemed – Warriors of Poseidon 05
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    brother to the high prince.”
    “And her magic?” Her eyes were huge, pleading with him for something—reassurance, perhaps? He was glad to give it.
    “She has discovered power beyond any she knew before. As a gem singer, she is a great healer and beloved by our people,” he told her. “Erin’s magic helped save the lives of the princess and her unborn child. Prince Aidan lives because of your sacrifice and her magic.”
    A single blood red tear rolled down her face from each eye, and then she nodded. “I would like to see her again.”
    “Can we discuss family reunions later?” Daniel demanded impatiently. “We’ve got bad guys dead ahead.”
    Tiernan snorted. “Or dead guys bad ahead.”
    Daniel groaned. “You come back from the dead, and that’s all you’ve got? Bad puns?”
    “Laugh in the face of danger,” she said, holding up two long, shiny blades. “Scalpels,” she said, to Brennan’s unspoken question. “Thought they might come in handy, since I don’t have fangs or lightning bolts.”
    Pride swept over Brennan. His little warrior. Even death itself could not stop her.
    “Showtime,” she said, and the first wave of vampires rounded the corner.
    One vampire, ancient judging by the look of his long, yellowed fangs, led