Christmas in Atlantis_A Poseidon's Warriors paranormal romance by Alyssa Day

Author:Alyssa Day [Day, Alyssa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-03T18:30:00+00:00

With a level of sensitivity he wouldn’t have expected from them, everyone else at the luncheon faded away, leaving him alone with Lyric.

"You're so beautiful,” she said again, this time whispering as if only to herself. "Your eyes glow. They're glowing, Dare. All that lovely dark blue but with a hint of green in the centers. How can I see this? How can I see this?"

He put his hands on her hips to steady her, because it seemed as if she might float away into the air. As if gravity itself had lost its hold on her.

"This has never happened to you before?" He said it tentatively, but he wanted to know. He needed to know.

She shook her head and only then seemed to notice the tears running down her cheeks. She brushed them off with the back of one hand, still clutching the jewel.

"Never. I have a… Talent. A gift, I call it. This is going to sound ridiculous or at least very strange –"

He snatched an unused cloth napkin from the table and gently wiped her face. "I just brought you to Atlantis. How can anything you say to me be more ridiculous than that?"

His lame attempt at a joke accomplished its end; she smiled and even laughed a little.

"Okay. Here it is: when I sing to the gemstones, I can sometimes see a little bit. I know it sounds crazy but it's true. Erin just tried to tell me I’m a gem singer, whatever that means. Alaric, too. And when I use the jewels in my paints I can see the play of light and darkness in the paints and in the images I create."

Her copper-colored eyes were large and shining. In fact, her entire face seemed lit up from within.

"I'm kind of surprised you don’t walk around carrying gemstones all the time then," he said, puzzled.

"You don't think I’ve tried? It doesn't work that way. It has to do with me with creating art. It has only ever worked when I'm painting, no matter the gemstone. I even tried more rare and valuable gemstones in case that made a difference. But a piece of quartz works just as well as a diamond."

“Then why now--"

“I don’t know,” she cried. “I don’t know, but I don’t want to lose this feeling. The paintings I could create with this…”

He took her hand and squeezed it. "Let's walk in the gardens while we talk about this."

She beamed up at him. "That’s a wonderful idea. I want to see what they look like now."

He took his hand in hers, and they started to walk towards the middle of the gardens. Blazing color--a riot of beauty--lay spread out before them. Lyric's grip on his hand grew tighter and tighter, until he wondered if she might break the bones in his fingers, but he couldn't bring himself to care because she was touching him.

And singing.

She stopped, frozen, in the middle of the path about fifteen feet away from the fountain. "I can hear the water, of course, but I can also .

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