like he was.â
The Atlantean flinched back as though sheâd struck him, then leaned toward her. âDid you say Nereus? You actually saw Nereus? There were rumors, but . . . that memory would have been embedded in the gem more than eight thousand years ago.â
She shivered and tried to make it to her chair, but he caught her and lifted her gently onto the battered old couch in her office. Before she could protest, heâd whipped his jacket off and placed it around her trembling shoulders.
âWhat can I do, my lady?â he asked her, crouching down before her. âWhat helps in this situation? Be assured you will have my utmost apologies, but they must hold until we have secured your well-being.â
She blinked, bemused by his sudden concern. âI donât . . . well, tea. Actually, some hot tea with lots of sugar would help. George canââ She looked around, remembering that George was gone. âWhere did he go?â
Liamâs mouth flattened into a grim line. âHe ran like a scared rabbit when you collapsed. I assumed he wanted to go in search of an authority figure or for medical assistance. I was compelled to prevent that.â
She was instantly alert. âWhat did you do?â
âI did him no permanent harm, my lady. He is merely resting, and his memories are somewhat altered. It is a small talent that I possess.â He gestured with one hand, and she whipped her head around to see George lying flat out on the floor behind her desk, passed out cold, his skin bearing an alarming resemblance to the stark white of his shirt.
âYouâre sure heâs all right? We need to callââ
âI swear to you on my life and honor, and we will call for assistance for him in a few minutes.â
She subsided, since he was clearly able to stop her from going for help and Georgeâs complexion did seem to be pinking up. A couple of minutes later, after the trembling subsided enough for her to be sure she was thinking coherently, she went after the facts. âYou picked an interesting way to try to persuade me to accompany you.â
He raised his head in an arrogant gesture that made her suspect he really did have a high priest in his bloodline. âYou have been chosen as one of only five human scientists to be allowed into Atlantis while we prepare to make the announcement of our existence to the world. Do you really need persuasion, Dr. McDermott?â
She stared at him for a long moment, knowing there was no way she could turn him down. Atlantis. What archaeologist wouldnât drop everything to be among the first to explore its wonders? Sheâd give everything she owned for the opportunity, just as sheâd always done. Sacrificed friendships and relationships for the thrill of the quest. The excitement of the discovery.
If sheâd do that, maybe risking her job by ignoring her boss, for the Lupercale, what wouldnât she do for Atlantis?
There was no doubt that it existed. Not after that vision. Or at least it had existed, thousands of years ago. Keelyâs visions had never, ever been wrong.
Still, believing it was there to be found today was a leap in both faith and logic. The former was no strength of hers; the latter told her to stay put and escort Liam to the door.
But . . . Atlantis . The mere thought of it caused her jet-lag-induced exhaustion to vanish. Even the chance it was something more than a fantasy-fevered dream of every archaeologist, historian, and scholar in the world was worth pursuing. She knew sheâd made her decision the moment sheâd seen those crystal spires.
Still, it ticked her off to give in so easily, especially after heâd knocked her sideways with that trick with the sapphire. âIâll give you my decision in forty-eight hours,â she said firmly.
A gleam of amusement lit his dark eyes. âUnfortunately, I need your decision in the next forty-eight seconds, or
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