Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

“All those nasty feathers.”
    “Shall we go meet our new benefactor?” Devon held out his hand and Deirdre lightly put hers in his. He’d pay, later, when they were alone, for putting her in this position. Making her touch him.
    “In a while,” she said, showing her fangs. “All this talk of chickens and sheep has made me . . .
    hungry.”
    “Dr. Litton is waiting for us,” Devon reminded her.
    “Let him wait.” She took his hand and made a show of dragging him toward the door, intent on eating something. Probably him. He plastered a fake leer on his face and confided as much to the vamps he passed on the way out, inviting the laugh.
    Before they exited, he looked back at Smith and Jones. “We’ll meet at the lab tomorrow night.”
    Smith nodded, but Jones just stared at him from hooded eyes.
    When they hit the hallway, Deirdre continued to drag him along for quite a bit before she ducked into a side hall and jumped away from him, shuddering with disgust and frantically wiping her hands on her pants.
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    To remove any trace of the feel of him, undoubtedly. He ignored the familiar pain and pretended not to notice.
    She finally stopped the compulsive wiping and looked up at him. “What’s the plan?”
    “We can’t talk here. They could walk out any minute.”
    “We’ll hear them,” she said impatiently. “I’m watching the corridor, too. The plan?”
    He listened for any sound of pursuit, but when he heard nothing, he shrugged and told her.
    “Their cover was blown or, if not, it doesn’t matter. They’ve been captured. They’ve probably got allies coming, if they’ve had a way to contact anybody. We need to make plans, fast,”
    Devon told her. “In my rooms, not here.”
    When they turned to leave the hallway, Jones was standing right past the corner, flanked by a half dozen of the vampires from his blood pride. Devon noticed right away that they were all wearing heavy leather gloves, and he knew, instantly, that this was going to be bad.
    “Did you think one as powerful as myself couldn’t mask the sound of approach?” Jones stared at Devon as if he really expected an answer.
    “I didn’t think you were powerful enough to wipe your own ass without assistance,” Devon said, shrugging. “Surprise.”
    Jones snarled and his eyes glowed a fierce scarlet, but Devon had miscalculated. He hadn’t provoked Jones into a personal attack. Jones made a hand gesture instead, and his minions came for Devon and Deirdre, who was making a steady growling noise, low in her throat, behind him.
    Devon had been right. They had silver chains. It was bad.

Chapter 28
    Litton’s holding pens
    Tiernan knew if she couldn’t find a way to help Brennan calm down, he would lose it and kill himself battering his poor, abused body against those electric bars.
    The room was a steel-and-concrete box, and the ceiling sloped oddly, making her think the structure wasn’t much more than a cave or tunnel, as opposed to the foundation of an actual building. She’d heard rumors of a system of tunnels under Yellowstone, but it was usually in the same papers that ran with sightings of Big Foot, or celebrity alien babies, so she’d never paid much attention.
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    the rest, too. Maybe we can use that,” she whispered, keeping an eye on the guards.
    “It won’t matter, if he has his way,” Brennan growled, his eyes glowing hot green. “You’ll be enthralled and he won’t need to hurt you.”
    She flinched at the idea, but then blinked. She suddenly understood why he’d spent so much time shielding his eyes or looking down at the ground. “Your eyes. Is that why he said you aren’t human?”
    Brennan’s eyes faded to an ordinary, non-glowing green. “No. I can hide the power at will. He suspected something since I could withstand multiple contacts with those electric cell bars.”
    “We should be okay until morning, don’t you think?” She glanced at the guards. “They don’t seem interested in bothering us, at least for now, thank goodness.”
    “Smitty warned them off. He has an interesting value structure, for a mercenary killer.”
    Brennan’s gaze was never still, as he scanned every inch of the room. “You should try to get some rest,” he said abruptly.
    She almost laughed.