Atlantis Redeemed

Chapter 1
Present day: Atlantis, the palace war room

Even those cursed to feel no emotion could experience its paler cousin, curiosity. Brennan had always assumed it was a more intellectual state. He tapped a finger on the photo of the woman staring up at him from the folded newspaper. "This is she?"

Something tugged at him; some flash of, what? Recognition? Admiration? The reporter's face, even in the grainy black-and-white of the newsprint, was beautiful. But it was a quality in the look of her eyes that had captured his attention. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but it was almost as if he could read the sadness haunting them.

Or perhaps more than two thousands of years without emotion had destroyed his ability to discern it in others. Especially through such an inaccurate prism as that of a newspaper photograph.

High Prince Conlan nodded and resumed his pacing. "That's her. She's our reporter contact, and she has news of who-or what-might be behind the shifter attacksin Yellowstone." Conlan shot a wary glance at his brother Ven, then at Brennan. "She's also the one you, ah, the one-"

"The one you went miertus over and had some kind of convulsions about back in Boston," Alexios added dryly.

As members of Conlan's elite guard, the Seven, handpicked from among the best of the best of the Warriors of Poseidon, Alexios and Brennan had trained and fought together for centuries in the continuing battle to protect humanity from the dark forces that sought to destroy and enslave it. Both were masters at remaining calm and in control under pressure; Brennan through a god's dictate, Alexios through decades of training.

Except, from what Alexios and Christophe had told him, Brennan had failed spectacularly during one crucial mission, going so far as to kill a vampire they'd needed to question. Also, even more unbelievably, he'd then threatened his own friends and fellow warriors-all over a human female.

Tiernan Butler.

He almost could