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befitting a goddess, treading lightly on the silky snow white animal fur spread across the floor.
“The High Priestess wanted you to use her personal quarters.” The well-appointed chamber had a double size bed, an elegant writing table, two cushioned chairs and a small table with a tray of food. “I have separate quarters for your guard.”
Spero stepped forward protectively.
“There’s plenty of room. Spero and I will stay together.” Serenity gestured for Spero to enter. No telling what magical horrors lurked behind any of the doors on this sub. Spero stayed with her, end of discussion.
“As you wish. We’ll reach our private port in Iceland in fourteen hours where you will disembark. You have personal facilities in here. If you require anything else, pick up the phone on the desk to reach me.”
He closed the door and she heard it lock.
Raising an eyebrow at Spero, Serenity removed her backpack. She sat on the edge of a chair and gazed at the tray of ripe fruit, too perfect, too tantalizing. Something about it repulsed her.
All of the furniture had rounded corners and adequate space between the pieces. A well thought out necessity to avoid the pain that came from tripping or bumping into anything if the story that the immortals could only feel emptiness or pain at an agonizingly heightened level, was true. The soft lighting coaxed her to relax. The food on the table meant to entice. Then she glanced at the locked door.
“Don’t eat anything.”
Spero unstrapped his sword and sat. “Are you sure this was the best course of action?”
“No.” But she couldn’t think of a better alternative. She’d have no peace of mind until the damn necklace was off.
“Do you think the room is bugged?”
Her gaze darted to the numerous places where a bug could’ve been planted. She hadn’t considered the possibility, but from the looks of things she nodded.
During the journey to Iceland, she read her paperback copy of The Thorn Birds while Spero meditated.
When the door was unlocked, Vainamoinen awaited them in the corridor. “I trust your stay was comfortable.”
“Yes, thank you.”
“A car is waiting on the dock to take you to House Aten.”
As she ascended the ladder toward the open hatch of the sub, a frigid breeze made her regret not putting her jacket on first. A frosty gust of wind smacked her, whipping her hair in her face. She grasped the edge of the tower opening to steady herself. Climbing down the slick ladder on the side of the sub, she almost slipped twice.
“Greetings Lady Serenity, I’m Daniel!” said a young man, wearing a white coat and gloves, over the wind.
With chattering teeth, Serenity nodded and pulled on her parka.
“Winter started early this year,” Daniel said as he led them to a silver 4x4.
Spero held the door open for her and she climbed in. Grateful to be out of the cold, she shivered, rubbing her hands together to warm them.
“Is this it for your security detail?” Spero asked.
“Security detail?” Daniel said with a bewildered tone. “There’s no need for security. You’re quite safe here.”
Serenity glanced around the isolated pier. “How long is the drive?”
“Forty-five minutes inland,” responded the driver who didn’t introduce himself.
“Exactly where are we going?” she asked.
Daniel looked over his seat. “The mystic mountains, that’s what the humans call it.”
She set her bag between her legs. “How do you keep people away? Tourists, I mean.”
“Humans are afraid to come on our land. Superstitious tales of witches and trolls.”
“Hasn’t anyone gotten curious and ventured too far?”
Daniel faced forward as if he didn’t want to answer her question.
“It’s rare, but it happens,” the driver said. He wore gloves, so she couldn’t be certain but suspected he also had a tattoo of flames. “When it does we make an example of the human. A tourist will stumble upon the body on the border of our land, a Celtic symbol
“The High Priestess wanted you to use her personal quarters.” The well-appointed chamber had a double size bed, an elegant writing table, two cushioned chairs and a small table with a tray of food. “I have separate quarters for your guard.”
Spero stepped forward protectively.
“There’s plenty of room. Spero and I will stay together.” Serenity gestured for Spero to enter. No telling what magical horrors lurked behind any of the doors on this sub. Spero stayed with her, end of discussion.
“As you wish. We’ll reach our private port in Iceland in fourteen hours where you will disembark. You have personal facilities in here. If you require anything else, pick up the phone on the desk to reach me.”
He closed the door and she heard it lock.
Raising an eyebrow at Spero, Serenity removed her backpack. She sat on the edge of a chair and gazed at the tray of ripe fruit, too perfect, too tantalizing. Something about it repulsed her.
All of the furniture had rounded corners and adequate space between the pieces. A well thought out necessity to avoid the pain that came from tripping or bumping into anything if the story that the immortals could only feel emptiness or pain at an agonizingly heightened level, was true. The soft lighting coaxed her to relax. The food on the table meant to entice. Then she glanced at the locked door.
“Don’t eat anything.”
Spero unstrapped his sword and sat. “Are you sure this was the best course of action?”
“No.” But she couldn’t think of a better alternative. She’d have no peace of mind until the damn necklace was off.
“Do you think the room is bugged?”
Her gaze darted to the numerous places where a bug could’ve been planted. She hadn’t considered the possibility, but from the looks of things she nodded.
During the journey to Iceland, she read her paperback copy of The Thorn Birds while Spero meditated.
When the door was unlocked, Vainamoinen awaited them in the corridor. “I trust your stay was comfortable.”
“Yes, thank you.”
“A car is waiting on the dock to take you to House Aten.”
As she ascended the ladder toward the open hatch of the sub, a frigid breeze made her regret not putting her jacket on first. A frosty gust of wind smacked her, whipping her hair in her face. She grasped the edge of the tower opening to steady herself. Climbing down the slick ladder on the side of the sub, she almost slipped twice.
“Greetings Lady Serenity, I’m Daniel!” said a young man, wearing a white coat and gloves, over the wind.
With chattering teeth, Serenity nodded and pulled on her parka.
“Winter started early this year,” Daniel said as he led them to a silver 4x4.
Spero held the door open for her and she climbed in. Grateful to be out of the cold, she shivered, rubbing her hands together to warm them.
“Is this it for your security detail?” Spero asked.
“Security detail?” Daniel said with a bewildered tone. “There’s no need for security. You’re quite safe here.”
Serenity glanced around the isolated pier. “How long is the drive?”
“Forty-five minutes inland,” responded the driver who didn’t introduce himself.
“Exactly where are we going?” she asked.
Daniel looked over his seat. “The mystic mountains, that’s what the humans call it.”
She set her bag between her legs. “How do you keep people away? Tourists, I mean.”
“Humans are afraid to come on our land. Superstitious tales of witches and trolls.”
“Hasn’t anyone gotten curious and ventured too far?”
Daniel faced forward as if he didn’t want to answer her question.
“It’s rare, but it happens,” the driver said. He wore gloves, so she couldn’t be certain but suspected he also had a tattoo of flames. “When it does we make an example of the human. A tourist will stumble upon the body on the border of our land, a Celtic symbol
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