Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

transforming as he walked.
    “Man, I love this place,” Jack said, now fully human and fully dressed. “Startled the hell out of some buffalo, though.”
    “Bison,” Tiernan and Brennan said in unison.
    Everybody laughed again.
    Suddenly, a shimmering spiral of green and golden light appeared in the center of the fire, and it resolved itself into a man. A Fae prince to be precise. Rhys na Garanwyn, high prince of the High Court Seelie Fae. “I am here, you can proceed,” he drawled, impossibly arrogant as always.
    He bowed to Lucas and Honey, and then again, deeper, to Conlan and Riley.
    Lucas smiled. “Be welcome, Prince of the Fae. The future of our world will depend upon cooperation between all men and women of like mind, regardless of race or species. We will do all within our power to ensure that our children will grow up in that world.”
    “As will we for our son,” Conlan declared.
    “We, too, for our child,” Alexios said, one hand on Grace’s belly.
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    Everyone spontaneously cheered, and there, by the fire, for that little time, they all had hope that battle and war would soon be done and peace would, finally, reign.
    “Our triplets, as well,” Brennan murmured to Tiernan, under cover of the cheering. She smiled, content to keep that prediction safely between the two of them for a while longer.
    Several of Lucas’s Pack members poured champagne for everyone and they all raised their glasses. Brennan offered the first toast. “To the shining hope of the next generation, as the wheel of time turns and peace again rules the world. May we live to see it.”
    They all drank to that, and to many other toasts, and then the gathering broke up into small groups of conversation. Brennan steered Tiernan away from the fire and found a quiet corner among the trees in the moonlight.
    “A future together in a better world that we will help create,” she said. “No matter what it takes.”
    “We have each other,” Brennan replied. “There is nothing more that I need to face eternity.”
    “We have each other,” she agreed.
    He grinned and put a hand on her belly. “And the triplets,” he reminded her.
    She put her arms around his neck and smiled that sexy smile, full of feminine intrigue and mystery. “Shut up and kiss me.”
    So he did.
    Turn the page for a special preview of the next book in the Warriors of Poseidon series ATLANTIS BETRAYED
    By Alyssa Day
    Coming soon from Berkley Sensation!
    Present day: London, England
    Jack the Ripper must have been a vampire.
    Christophe sat on the tiny ledge underneath the minute hand on Big Ben’s western face—twenty-five past midnight—thinking random thoughts and surveying the city that had always been like a second home to him. The clock tower was arguably London’s most recognizable landmark, and something about perching on it, nearly three hundred feet off the ground, made Christophe feel like the master of all he surveyed. He sat with his back against the familiar gilt lettering, DOMINE SALVAM FAC REGINAM NOSTRAM VIC-TORIAM PRIMAM, and wondered if Queen Victoria the First had been honored to have each of the four clock faces proclaim that Atlantis Redeemed – Warriors of Poseidon 05
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    her people called out to their god to keep her safe.
    A bitter laugh escaped him at the idea that Poseidon would ever worry about keeping him safe.
    Centuries of fighting had taught Christophe the bloody and painful lesson that the sea god didn’t care much about keeping his Atlantean warriors anything but honed for battle. Throwing them to the wolves and the other shifters, sure. Using them as cannon fodder against the vampires, no problem. Eleven thousand years after the original pact, the current members of the elite Atlantean fighting force were still fulfilling their sacred duty to protect humanity.
    Humanity should protect its own damn self.
    Not that it could, or had ever been able to, against the dark and ugly that crawled out of the night. Since the monsters revealed themselves to humans more than a decade ago, the stupid humans had done more and more to offer themselves up on the proverbial silver platter, like the sheep the vamps called them. Christophe had suggested a few times that the warriors change their mission from protecting humans to rounding them up, stuffing apples in their mouths, and then jamming sticks up their asses.
    Human-kabobs. Simple, easy, and everybody