Galveston.”
“He’ll be searching for days.”
“Nay. He’ll return in a few hours with an answer.”
“And until then?” she asked. “Do we wait around here?” He turned his dark blue eyes on her. “There is no place I would rather be. Our weapons are here, which means this is our best defense.”
“All right,” she agreed. “But I can’t just sit around. I need something to do.” For the first time that morning, she saw a hint of a smile on his wide lips. “How good are you at research?”
“The best. It’s what I do at the museum.”
“Great,” he said and took her hand as he led her into another room.
Elle tried to ignore the ripple of pleasure he caused by holding her hand. She kept telling herself it meant nothing, but she couldn’t help but wish that it did as her eyes soaked up his naked torso.
“We will be able to find information in here on the Harpies,” Roderick said as they entered the library.
Elle stared in shock at the fourteen foot ceilings that were lined from floor to ceiling with rows upon rows of books. “Good grief,” she mumbled and ran her hand along the spines of the books.
“It’s impressive,” he admitted. “Aimery thought it best we have this library to help us locate anything we might need.”
“There are a lot of books here, but there’s no guarantee they’ll be the right ones.”
“It’s a start though.”
Elle turned to him and smiled. “Aye, ‘tis.” She thought he might have chuckled, but she was too far away to tell. “Let me know if you need anything,” he said as he headed toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To gather our weapons and change. I’ll just be down the hall.” After he closed the door behind him, Elle let out a loud sigh. Light shown from two windows on the wall where the books only went up halfway, the other half was all windows. She could get used to living like this.
As she scanned the books, she noticed most of them pertained to ancient monsters or creatures that were told of in myths and legends. She decided her first place to start was looking up Harpies in a text dedicated to the monsters in Greek myths.
By the time Roderick returned two hours later, Elle had discovered quite a lot about the Harpies.
“I see you have found some information.”
She nodded as she glanced up and saw him in black leather pants, but not the shiny leather she was used to. These were soft, almost like suede, and what looked like a dark padded jerkin for a shirt. A quick look down showed her boots that she had only seen from Medieval times.
“I took a Greek/Roman mythology class in college, but there is stuff in here they never covered.”
“Such as?” he asked as he sat opposite her in the large leather chairs in the middle of the room.
“Mythology calls them daughters of Electra and Thaumas. They were most often sent by the gods to punish people.”
“I don’t suppose you found anything on how to kill them?” She shook her head. “Not so far. From what I’ve read their wings are made of metal, but I don’t recall hearing that sound when they attacked.”
“It was hard to hear anything over their screams.” She shifted books around until she found what she was looking for. “This book says their screams are semi-human and gives warning to their victims only at the last moment,” she read and then handed the book to him.
Once he had read the passage and the notes she had made, he sat back and locked his fingers behind his head. “The Harpies are near impossible to kill when all three are together. If we can separate them, we might have a chance.” “There are three of us.”
He shook his head. “You couldn’t hold them longer than a heartbeat. What we need are more Shields.”
“Can’t your Fae friend bring more?”
“I wish it were that easy, but there are only a handful of us left, and we are needed elsewhere. Only Val and I could be spared to come
“He’ll be searching for days.”
“Nay. He’ll return in a few hours with an answer.”
“And until then?” she asked. “Do we wait around here?” He turned his dark blue eyes on her. “There is no place I would rather be. Our weapons are here, which means this is our best defense.”
“All right,” she agreed. “But I can’t just sit around. I need something to do.” For the first time that morning, she saw a hint of a smile on his wide lips. “How good are you at research?”
“The best. It’s what I do at the museum.”
“Great,” he said and took her hand as he led her into another room.
Elle tried to ignore the ripple of pleasure he caused by holding her hand. She kept telling herself it meant nothing, but she couldn’t help but wish that it did as her eyes soaked up his naked torso.
“We will be able to find information in here on the Harpies,” Roderick said as they entered the library.
Elle stared in shock at the fourteen foot ceilings that were lined from floor to ceiling with rows upon rows of books. “Good grief,” she mumbled and ran her hand along the spines of the books.
“It’s impressive,” he admitted. “Aimery thought it best we have this library to help us locate anything we might need.”
“There are a lot of books here, but there’s no guarantee they’ll be the right ones.”
“It’s a start though.”
Elle turned to him and smiled. “Aye, ‘tis.” She thought he might have chuckled, but she was too far away to tell. “Let me know if you need anything,” he said as he headed toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To gather our weapons and change. I’ll just be down the hall.” After he closed the door behind him, Elle let out a loud sigh. Light shown from two windows on the wall where the books only went up halfway, the other half was all windows. She could get used to living like this.
As she scanned the books, she noticed most of them pertained to ancient monsters or creatures that were told of in myths and legends. She decided her first place to start was looking up Harpies in a text dedicated to the monsters in Greek myths.
By the time Roderick returned two hours later, Elle had discovered quite a lot about the Harpies.
“I see you have found some information.”
She nodded as she glanced up and saw him in black leather pants, but not the shiny leather she was used to. These were soft, almost like suede, and what looked like a dark padded jerkin for a shirt. A quick look down showed her boots that she had only seen from Medieval times.
“I took a Greek/Roman mythology class in college, but there is stuff in here they never covered.”
“Such as?” he asked as he sat opposite her in the large leather chairs in the middle of the room.
“Mythology calls them daughters of Electra and Thaumas. They were most often sent by the gods to punish people.”
“I don’t suppose you found anything on how to kill them?” She shook her head. “Not so far. From what I’ve read their wings are made of metal, but I don’t recall hearing that sound when they attacked.”
“It was hard to hear anything over their screams.” She shifted books around until she found what she was looking for. “This book says their screams are semi-human and gives warning to their victims only at the last moment,” she read and then handed the book to him.
Once he had read the passage and the notes she had made, he sat back and locked his fingers behind his head. “The Harpies are near impossible to kill when all three are together. If we can separate them, we might have a chance.” “There are three of us.”
He shook his head. “You couldn’t hold them longer than a heartbeat. What we need are more Shields.”
“Can’t your Fae friend bring more?”
“I wish it were that easy, but there are only a handful of us left, and we are needed elsewhere. Only Val and I could be spared to come
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