Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

You know, you really need to petition Poseidon about this.”
    “I will,” he said grimly. “Alaric, our high priest, will surely help me find a way to talk to the sea god. Although I know of no instance, ever, in which Poseidon revoked a curse, once given.”
    “Well, it can’t hurt to try, right? If he says no, you’re no worse off than you are now. Maybe . . .
    maybe I could talk to him for you?”
    “You would offer to go before the sea god himself to plead my case?” Brennan felt her sincerity like a body blow, smashing yet another layer of his defenses. She would face Poseidon. For him.
    She bit her lip, but nodded. “Hey, no guts, no glory, right? Now, maybe we should focus on the immediate problem?”
    “I agree. Now we should figure out a way to get past our unwanted bodyguards and to Lucas’s headquarters to discover what exactly is going on there.”
    “Can you do the mist thing again?” She glanced at the window. “That was pretty impressive, by the way. Nobody would ever catch you traveling that way.”
    “I could, but I can’t carry you that way. Or, to be precise, although I could carry you while in that form, it would be quite startling to everyone watching to see you floating through midair, being carried by an invisible magic carpet.”
    She bit her lip. “You can’t turn me into mist, too, then?”
    “No. Only Atlanteans have that ability.”
    “I have to admit to being a little relieved. I’m not much for having my molecules rearranged. I’m much more McCoy than Spock in that way, if you get my drift.”
    “Actually, I have no idea what—”
    “Sorry. Star Trek junkie here. Big fan. Loved the remake.” She walked over to the window and peeked out. “It’s settled, then. You go by yourself, via the mist deal, and I stay here and get some rest. Maybe order some room service. When you get back—”
    It was his turn to interrupt. “I cannot be separated from you, Tiernan. Not that I would leave you alone, with so much danger, in any case. But I cannot leave you or the terms of the curse will be invoked.”
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    She smacked her hand on her forehead. “I know that. I know that. It’s hard to remember, though, if that makes sense? Like how you keep hitting the light switch in a room every time you walk in even though you know you need to replace the light bulb?”
    Half the time he had no idea what she was talking about, but it in no way detracted from the pure sensual enjoyment of watching her. Watching her mouth move and imagining what she could do to him with those lovely, lush lips . . .
    “Brennan?” She waved at him. “You’re doing it again?”
    “Doing what?”
    “Staring at me like I’m on the menu.”
    “Of course not.” But a wave of heat traveled down his body, giving the lie to his words.
    Considering her Gift, he smiled.
    “Perhaps only for dessert.”

Chapter 13
    In the elevator on the way to the lobby, Tiernan’s skin tingled every time Brennan even so much as glanced her way. He was taking the idea of embracing his emotions very seriously, or at least taking the idea of embracing her very seriously. He wanted her, and he was going after her. The single-minded pursuit should have turned her off, but it didn’t. It had quite the opposite effect.
    She spent most of her time around him feeling very, very tingly.
    “Showtime,” she murmured as the L button lit up and the doors began to open. Brennan’s seductive half smile transformed into an arrogant glare, and he put a possessive arm around her waist.
    “This is part of the act, remember, so don’t hold it against me later,” he said quietly into her ear.
    Seized by a wicked impulse, she dropped her hand to his sexy, firm butt and squeezed. “Same goes.” Then she threw back her head and pealed a great rich bout of “gosh, I’m a bimbo”
    laughter and put some wiggle into her hips as they exited the elevator.
    “Are you sure you want to go for a walk in these woods in the dark, Sweetie Pie? I mean, there might be wild animals and scary stuff out there,” she said in her best impression of breathless and brainless.
    “I’m the only wild animal you need to worry about, now or ever,” he said in his deep voice, and though she knew he was playing to their expected audience, something in his tone made her wonder just how much of the possessiveness he was demonstrating really was an act.
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