Jewel Of Atlantis (Atlantis, Book 2) by Gena Showalter

Author:Gena Showalter [Showalter, Gena]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781408905593
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2010-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

JEWEL TRAILED behind Gray as he barreled his way past the double doors and inside the bar. The soft sounds of a flute drifted through the laughter and chatter that permeated the room. Centaurs were scattered in every direction, some sitting at tables, resting on their haunches, others prancing on the dance floor in a tangle of chestnut, blond and carmine fur. Several sirens were also present, their skin glowing incandescently, their dark hair silky and flowing. Then—

Everyone stopped, paused, and turned toward them, staring. Even the music ceased, cutting to quiet. Jewel shifted uneasily on her feet.

Gray stepped forward, and several people gasped, muttering, “Human.”

As he jumped wholeheartedly into his role of god, his brows arched into his forehead, and his lips dipped into an imperial frown. He waved a hand through the air. “I have arrived,” he said, his superior voice cutting through the silence. “Why do you not bow? Do you dare disrespect me?”

The fluidity of his words, as if he’d spoken her language his entire life, still amazed her. She’d never before considered the abrupt syllables sensual, but when Gray spoke them, a hungry shiver traipsed along her spine.

“You can’t truly expect us to bow to you, human,” a huge centaur snapped, darting forward menacingly. His arms were tanned and thickly muscled, his chest bare and laced with scars.

Jewel’s mouth went dry. The centaur planned to snap Gray in half like a twig. She read the thought so clearly in his mind. Coming here had been a bad idea, she’d known it, but had allowed her desire to be in Gray’s arms overwhelm common sense.

“I am Adonis,” Gray said, layer upon layer of power in his voice, “and you will bow.”

That voice…compelling and enigmatic, hypnotic, laced with an all-encompassing authority that left no room for argument. Half of the people in the room gasped and stepped toward him, wanting to touch the god who had stepped into their midst. Hope filled them. It had been so long, they thought, their excitement growing, and they hadn’t been forgotten as they’d supposed.

The centaur wavered in his surety that Gray was nothing more than a human, but retained a firm grip on his doubt. “Prove it,” the horse-man snarled.

His name is Bradair, Jewel whispered in Gray’s mind. She hadn’t been able to reach him this way since his sickness, and she had no way of knowing if it worked this time.

“Shall I strike you down with a lightning bolt, Bradair? Shall I turn your flesh to ash?”

It had worked! Perhaps his defenses against her were down. Perhaps he wanted her inside his head. Either way, she was grateful.

Color drained from the centaur’s bronzed skin, revealing a fine trace of blue veins. “How did you know my name?”

He fears snakes, Jewel added.

Gray never missed a beat. “Shall I toss you into a snake pit?”

“I—I—”

Ready to end this, Jewel closed her eyes and projected her thoughts into the patrons’ minds, willing all of them to think Gray was floating, that fire crackled from his head, and lightning sizzled on his fingers.

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