He grabbed her hand and tugged her through three separate hallways. Several of his men rushed past him, nodding in acknowledgment as they headed for the arena. That was not his destination. As he continued on, the air became cold, thick with moisture. Mist curled toward the ceiling.
"You"re taking me to the portal?" Shaye slapped him on the shoulder. "I thought you said I"d drown if I went back through."
"I am not, nor will I ever send you into the portal. Not for any reason." Cave walls came into view. Rocky. Jagged. Sensual murals painted all around. He bypa.s.sed the swirling portal, careful not to touch the dappled liquid separating him and Shaye from the sea. "I don"t understand," Shaye said.
The sound of female voices filled his ears. Twigs and bones-left over from when the dragons owned the palace and killed every human who strayed into Atlantis-snapped under his boots. More than once Valerian had wondered why Atlanteans could not survive upon the surface but humans could come and go as they pleased. Armies had once pa.s.sed through, which was why the dragons had killed so unmercifully, why this cavern had once been a place of death and destruction.
Still, Valerian thought it was better off in his hands. Innocents did not deserve to die. What if Shaye had pa.s.sed through before his arrival? She would have been slain.
"Are those bones?" Shaye covered her mouth with a shaky hand. "I didn"t notice them before."
He explained about the dragons, about the portal. "Humans have tried to destroy the creatures of Atlantis in an attempt to steal their riches. Dragons did what they thought was right to protect the Atlanteans."
Valerian descended a flight of stairs, this one hidden in the narrow crevice between two bloodstained boulders. The portal was exactly why the dragons wanted control of this palace again. They would fight to the death to have it. Darius, King of the Dragons, was Guardian, a slayer of trespa.s.sers.
"You never told me the most erotic place on a woman"s body," Shaye said. Fear layered her voice, as if she was desperate to think of anything but war and death.
"Nor will I," he replied. The mystery would occupy her mind, keeping her distracted. "Not until I have you in bed again."
"Jerk."
"Beauty."
A pause. A sharp intake of breath. Shaye ground to an abrupt halt. "What is this place?" Her voice echoed around them.
They had reached the bottom of the stairs, had entered a new room. Valerian propped his shield against the wall and slipped a hand around Shaye"s waist, urging her to his side-if only to prevent her from running when she spied the prison cell. "Welcome to the dungeon, moon."
The gaggle of voices tapered to quiet a second before happy coos sprang forth. "Valerian, you gorgeous thing! I"m so happy to see you."
"Valerian!"
"Hi, Valerian."
Glowing blue bars came into view, bars that held all of the other women.
"h.e.l.l, no," Shaye said, and he knew she"d seen the prison-a prison that could hold an immortal if necessary. She jerked from him, cutting off all contact. "I"m not letting you trap me like that. I will not be helpless!"
Determined, he faced her. She, too, wore an expression of determination. Her dark eyes flashed fire as he backed her into the wall.
"Try and intimidate me all you want." She squared her shoulders and raised her chin, the picture of total defiance. "I"m not staying down here while you war it up, up there."
"This is the safest place for you."
"What if you"re killed? Will we be stuck down here forever?" "That will not happen," he insisted.
"Can you guarantee it with one hundred percent certainty?"
"Yes." He would allow nothing bad to happen to himself because Shaye"s life depended on him. That was fact.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "How can you guarantee such a thing? Are you psychic?"
His eye twitched as he jerkily pointed to the group of warriors standing in front of the prison bars. "If anything happens to me, these men will release you. Satisfied?"
"I"m not a little cupcake who will do stupid things while the big, strong he -warrior takes care of her. You don"t have to worry about me rushing into the battle. I"ll stay in this room, okay. You don"t have to lock me up."
"The bars aren"t for you. They are for the dragons. If they catch you, they will burn you or ravish you. Perhaps both. Is that the fate you desire for yourself?"
What little color her face held drained away.
He softened his tone. "Try and keep the others calm while I"m gone. Will you do this for me?"
She stared into his eyes, and for a brief moment he caught a glimpse of sheer terror. For him. For his safety. But she frowned and nodded. "Fine. I"ll do it. But they aren"t upset," she grumbled. "They"re freakishly happy to see you."
"We are, Valerian," a brunette said, stepping forward. She gripped the bars. A b.u.t.tercup-yellow robe draped her lush body.
"We"re very happy to see you."
Shaye pinched the bridge of her nose. "If you don"t come back, I swear to G.o.d I"ll kill you."
Valerian nodded to Terran, who stood sentry at the cell. Terran extended his arm and brushed his fingers against the bars, making them nothing more than mist. Valerian couldn"t help himself. He crushed Shaye"s lips with his own, his tongue swooping inside for a quick taste, bringing all of his fiercest desires to the surface. She responded violently, brutally, taking everything he could give her.
As he kissed her, he backed her into the cell. When she was ensconced inside, he jerked away from her and the bars solidified in front of her face.
Their eyes locked. Silence sizzled between them for a heartbeat. Her gaze widened in understanding, and she gripped the bars. She gave them a good shake, but they did not even rattle. "You b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I said I would willingly stay here. You didn"t have to trick me inside."
"I"m sorry." He hated to leave her. Wanted to kiss her again. Wanted to linger. He couldn"t. He hefted up his shield and stalked from the enclosure, her curses ringing in his ears. He headed for the dining hall. Broderick met him halfway.
"The men are ready."
He pushed Shaye from his mind, determined to act as a warrior should. Cold, unemotional. Lethal. "Excellent. How far are the dragons from reaching us?"
"They are still in the Outer City."
"Have they any allies with them?"
"No. They come alone." "Darius leads them?"
"Yes."
Valerian nodded. He and Darius had fought once before, and though Valerian had injured the hulking beast, the end had been a draw, with neither man able to completely conquer the other. "I want our best men on the parapet and a group of soldiers strategically placed in the surrounding forest. I want the dragons" every move tracked. I want to know if they send flyers onto the roof."
"And if they do?"
"Cut them down." All dragons had wings that allowed them to soar through the air. They were also fire-breathers and if they weren"t stopped quickly, they could decimate everything in their path. The nymphs" greatest strength lay in their power to seduce.
Even men were not immune and could be caught in their spell, slaves to their will. More than that, the nymphs " pa.s.sion spilled into every area of their lives. Not just s.e.xual pa.s.sion, but fury.
The dragons would not fall prey to their charms, which meant they would have to rely on their wits, sword skill and potent fury. At least the palace, which had been made for dragons, was fire resistant.
"Do you want traps set?" Broderick asked.
He considered the idea. "No. Let the dragons reach us without incident. They"ll be less likely to rush in to attack, and we can launch a surprise a.s.sault of our own in the coming darkness."
Broderick rushed to convey all he"d been ordered.
In the dining hall, Valerian strode to the wall of windows and gazed out. Empty streets greeted him. The citizens who lived in the Outer City must have spied the dragons and run home, fearing for their lives.
War had finally arrived.
Valerian spun on his heel and strode to the arena. Broderick was busy instructing the men. As they received orders, they raced to obey. "May the G.o.ds go with you," he told those who pa.s.sed him.
"And you, my king," he heard uttered numerous times.
Those without a.s.signments formed a line and eyed him expectantly. He paced in front of them, saying, "I want you to circle around the Outer City undetected and remain behind the dragons. I want them flanked by nymphs on every side."
They nodded in unison.
"When you receive my signal, close in on them and let them know you are there. Now go."
Hurried footsteps echoed as the men rushed to obey. Valerian found himself alone. Gripping his sword hilt, he stood there a moment, his thoughts drifting inexorably to Shaye. Had she not been here, he most likely would have led a section of his army into the outskirts of the city and attacked the dragons there. As it was, he wanted all of his forces surrounding the palace. Close at hand.
A circle of protection.
All he had to do now was await the dragons" arrival. And kill, of course. Kill each and every one of his enemies.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.
SHAYE STUDIED the other women locked inside the cell. Of course, they were the same ones who"d been locked inside the hobby room with her. They didn"t seem to mind the current situation, and were, in fact, chatting amicably with each other.
How could they possibly be from the same planet as her? G.o.d, what a nightmare. Was Brenna here? Shaye really needed an ally. Someone to share her worries with, someone to keep her calm. "Brenna," she called.
The girl shouldered her way through the thick crowd. "Here."
"Thank G.o.d." Shaye pulled her into the nearest corner. "How are you? Did Shivawn punish you for trying to escape?"
"Escape," the one called Tiffany groaned. She leaned against one of the side bars. "Please tell me you two aren"t going to try to escape again. At least, not right now. Don"t you know you"re supposed to wait until everyone is sleeping, then run? That"s how all the movies do it."
"I still don"t understand why you"d want to escape Valerian." The dark-haired girl who"d left Valerian"s room that first night stepped toward them, unabashedly joining the conversation. "He"s amazing."
Yes, he was, Shaye thought, her hands fisting at her sides as jealousy speared her.
"I still dream about him," the woman added, sighing dreamily. "Does he ever speak of me? I"m Kathleen, by the way."
Shaye"s teeth gnashed together as images of Valerian and Kathleen-naked and straining-consumed her mind. This jealousy thing was new to her, and she didn"t exactly know how to deal with it. "No. He hasn"t mentioned you."
"Oh." Kathleen"s shoulders sagged with disappointment. "Hopefully he"ll tire of you soon. I really, really, really want him back."
"What makes you think he"ll tire of me at all?" she snapped. She hated that she possessed that fear herself. How long would Valerian remain interested in her? How long until his eye began to rove in search of someone else? Someone sweeter and more biddable?
Kathleen shrugged. "You tried to escape him. I can"t see that such behavior will appeal to him for long. I give you a week, two at most."
Shaye stepped forward, hands clenched, ready to strike. Brenna grabbed her arm, a silent command to stop. "No tools to patch Kathleen," her friend said hoa.r.s.ely.
Expelling a deep breath, Shaye turned away from the b.i.t.c.h in question. She wanted out of this cell, away from these women.
She wanted to go home, to be alone-except the thought left her with a hollow ache in her chest.
The group began chatting about the arrival of a new nymph, one more handsome than any of the others, including Valerian.
Apparently this nymph liked to ask questions and could bring women to climax with only a look. After a while Shaye tuned out the prattle. Fury seethed like a ticking bomb in her blood, detonation a.s.sured.
If she stayed here, this was the life she would have. She would be trapped in a cell every time war threatened. One day, she would be forgotten by Valerian, just another of his conquests. And all the while, she would crave him because he "d awakened desires that she"d thought buried.
What would she do when he got tired of her? He"d said he wouldn"t, but he could not predict the future. Another woman might one day catch his eye. He was a nymph, after all, and that was par for the course.
I can"t let him dump me.
Everyone she"d ever come to love had either abandoned her or disappointed her. No one stuck around. No one wanted to work at relationships. She knew that. She also knew that if she didn"t love, then she didn"t hurt when everything crumbled.
Yet here she was, falling for Valerian and giving him more of herself than she"d ever given another. Her first instincts had been right. She needed to leave him.
Determined, she faced Brenna. "This is our best chance for escape," she whispered. The ache that had sprouted in her chest just a little while ago intensified dramatically. Ignoring it, she leaned forward and curled her fingers around the bars. "Are you with me?"
Indecision played over Brenna"s features. She nibbled on her bottom lip and wrung her hands together. Finally she nodded, the action hesitant.
The bars were thick and blue, bright, about the width of a baseball bat, and hot to the touch. Not enough to blister, but enough to burn. She rattled them, or tried to at least. They didn"t move.
"Do you know how Valerian turned the bars to mist?" As she spoke, she attempted to shake them again.
Brenna shook her head.
Shaye replayed the goodbye kiss Valerian had given her through her mind. His lips had met hers and he "d backed her into the bars. Only, the bars hadn"t been there. They"d-what? Disappeared? Her eyes widened. Maybe they had. Maybe an outside touch was required. Valerian hadn"t pushed a b.u.t.ton or used a key. His guard had simply touched the glowing bars and they "d vanished.
She had to get one of the guards to reach into the cell. "I"ve got it!" she told Brenna, then strode over to Kathleen. "You want to get rid of me, then you have to help me." She explained what she wanted the woman to do.
Kathleen"s eyes narrowed. "So you plan on leaving Atlantis? Forever?"
Again Shaye"s chest throbbed with p.r.i.c.kles of pain. "Yes."