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determination in her voice as her gaze darted back and forth between them. “I write for the Boston Herald . I know where your friend is. I heard them talking about him being in someplace they call the Void.”
Alexios swore. “If Justice truly is in the Void, we cannot hope to find him. The way is—”
“Through magic,” she said to Alexios, though she never took her eyes from Brennan, who had retreated into some sort of fugue state as he stood, hands clenched into fists, staring at her as if he would devour her.
“Dark magic. I know some people. Look, let me find my clothes, and we can at least talk. My name is Tiernan Butler, and I‟m—” She suddenly stopped midsentence, her eyes rolling back in her head, and began to collapse to the floor. Either Christophe‟s magic had hit her with a delayed reaction, she was more injured than she‟d let on, or the shock had finally caught up to her.
Before Alexios could move, Brennan flashed through the room, a miniature meteor shower of sparkling mist blasting through the air in his wake. He swept the woman up into his arms and turned to face Alexios and Christophe, baring his teeth. All that naked rage and fury was once again on his face, battling with an emotion shining and deadly, like an unsheathed sword.
An emotion Alexios had never once seen from Brennan.
But he‟d definitely seen that look from someone else recently. When Prince Conlan looked at Riley, his bride-to-be.
Possession.
“Damn,” he muttered.
“Brennan, put down the nice human,” Christophe said, grinning as if at some wondrous joke.
“She‟s—”
“Mine,” Brennan said flatly. “She‟s mine. Come near her and die.”
Alexios lowered his sword arm and sheathed his weapon, then sighed and lifted his head to stare at the ceiling. “Great. Outstanding. So now I‟ve got unconscious and bloody humans, Justice possibly in the Void, and Brennan losing his tiny little mind. Welcome to my nightmare.”
An icy wind sheared through the room and materialized into the form of Poseidon‟s high priest. Alaric, clad in black that was only alleviated by the shimmering silvery green light of the power glowing in his eyes, took in the situation in a single glance. “You are in luck, warrior. I specialize in nightmares.”
In the space between thoughts, Alaric lifted his hands and shot a pulsing blue-green energy sphere directly at Brennan, who flew into the air, still clutching the unconscious woman, to try to escape it. But Brennan, especially under the sway of whatever dark magic that had compelled his rage to the surface, was no match for Alaric. Sparkling light surrounded the warrior and his captive and inexorably lowered them until they hung, frozen, inches above the floor.
Alaric inclined his head, and Alexios rushed forward to lift the human from Brennan‟s arms.
As soon as he pulled her away, the frozen state of her muscles relaxed into limpness. He carefully placed her on the couch and pulled the fabric over the rounded curves that had been revealed when he moved her. She was lovely, and she was trouble.
Why did the two always go together when it came to women?
“What happened here?” Alaric demanded.
Alexios brought him up-to-date. “So, this Tiernan claims to know a way to find Justice, but it requires black magic,” Alexios concluded. “What do you think?”
Alaric closed his eyes for several seconds then slowly shook his head. “Poseidon offers me no guidance on this issue, although I do know that only death magic will open the Void. We must decide on a course of action, but Conlan and Vengeance will not rest until they have rescued their . . . brother.”
“I still can‟t believe Justice is their brother,” Christophe said. “Some seriously incredible secret he kept for all those years.”
“It is the nature of the geas that was cast upon him,” Alaric said. “He was cursed never to reveal the truth unless he then killed every living being who heard it from his
Alexios swore. “If Justice truly is in the Void, we cannot hope to find him. The way is—”
“Through magic,” she said to Alexios, though she never took her eyes from Brennan, who had retreated into some sort of fugue state as he stood, hands clenched into fists, staring at her as if he would devour her.
“Dark magic. I know some people. Look, let me find my clothes, and we can at least talk. My name is Tiernan Butler, and I‟m—” She suddenly stopped midsentence, her eyes rolling back in her head, and began to collapse to the floor. Either Christophe‟s magic had hit her with a delayed reaction, she was more injured than she‟d let on, or the shock had finally caught up to her.
Before Alexios could move, Brennan flashed through the room, a miniature meteor shower of sparkling mist blasting through the air in his wake. He swept the woman up into his arms and turned to face Alexios and Christophe, baring his teeth. All that naked rage and fury was once again on his face, battling with an emotion shining and deadly, like an unsheathed sword.
An emotion Alexios had never once seen from Brennan.
But he‟d definitely seen that look from someone else recently. When Prince Conlan looked at Riley, his bride-to-be.
Possession.
“Damn,” he muttered.
“Brennan, put down the nice human,” Christophe said, grinning as if at some wondrous joke.
“She‟s—”
“Mine,” Brennan said flatly. “She‟s mine. Come near her and die.”
Alexios lowered his sword arm and sheathed his weapon, then sighed and lifted his head to stare at the ceiling. “Great. Outstanding. So now I‟ve got unconscious and bloody humans, Justice possibly in the Void, and Brennan losing his tiny little mind. Welcome to my nightmare.”
An icy wind sheared through the room and materialized into the form of Poseidon‟s high priest. Alaric, clad in black that was only alleviated by the shimmering silvery green light of the power glowing in his eyes, took in the situation in a single glance. “You are in luck, warrior. I specialize in nightmares.”
In the space between thoughts, Alaric lifted his hands and shot a pulsing blue-green energy sphere directly at Brennan, who flew into the air, still clutching the unconscious woman, to try to escape it. But Brennan, especially under the sway of whatever dark magic that had compelled his rage to the surface, was no match for Alaric. Sparkling light surrounded the warrior and his captive and inexorably lowered them until they hung, frozen, inches above the floor.
Alaric inclined his head, and Alexios rushed forward to lift the human from Brennan‟s arms.
As soon as he pulled her away, the frozen state of her muscles relaxed into limpness. He carefully placed her on the couch and pulled the fabric over the rounded curves that had been revealed when he moved her. She was lovely, and she was trouble.
Why did the two always go together when it came to women?
“What happened here?” Alaric demanded.
Alexios brought him up-to-date. “So, this Tiernan claims to know a way to find Justice, but it requires black magic,” Alexios concluded. “What do you think?”
Alaric closed his eyes for several seconds then slowly shook his head. “Poseidon offers me no guidance on this issue, although I do know that only death magic will open the Void. We must decide on a course of action, but Conlan and Vengeance will not rest until they have rescued their . . . brother.”
“I still can‟t believe Justice is their brother,” Christophe said. “Some seriously incredible secret he kept for all those years.”
“It is the nature of the geas that was cast upon him,” Alaric said. “He was cursed never to reveal the truth unless he then killed every living being who heard it from his
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