Finding Atlantis (The Lost Keepers Book 7) by AR Colbert

Author:AR Colbert [Colbert, AR]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ramsey Street Books
Published: 2021-05-07T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

I peeled away from Tate, lost in my thoughts as I made the short walk back to our apartment. Rossel was up to no good. Rasputin claimed Rossel wanted me dead, and even Tate had admitted that his orders to extract my soul came from the Olympian seer. But the only reason I could come up with for why Rossel would care so much about me, was that he knew something about the prophecy.

If Rossel knew about the prophecy and the meaning of the tablet, it made sense for Professor Brossard to think of him. After all, the tablet was originally in Rossel’s care. But how did he know I was involved? He knew I was the Deliverer before I did…

A vision. It must have been a vision. Gayla had once mentioned that Rossel’s visions came to life on canvas—he painted what he saw. It was why he’d owned the art gallery. And it was why the Olympian king kept him close by. He liked to literally see the future in painting form.

And Rossel had seen me as the Deliverer. He should have killed me on the spot that day in his gallery, but he didn’t. He could have offed me that night on Gayla’s yacht when he’d warned me to stay away from her. But again, he didn’t. He sent Tate after me, instead. And though it was probably a false sense of security, I walked a little taller knowing that Rossel couldn’t—or maybe just wouldn’t—physically kill me himself.

I picked up my pace, chin held high, anxious to get home so I could plan out exactly what I would say to him when I got him alone. But as I rounded a corner, I got the same sensation I had before class—that someone was watching me. I slowed to a stop, looking over my shoulder, up and down the street. Nothing seemed unusual.

What are you doing? Al’s voice called out in my mind.

I startled and turned my gaze upward. He was perched on a metal flag pole extending outward from a building.

“Al, It’s just you. Thank goodness!”

Quiet. If people see you talking to an owl on the street, they’ll call the authorities.

He had a point. Maybe I could talk to him in my mind. I focused my thoughts, trying to direct them at the owl. I asked him if he’d found Rossel.

Why are you making that face? You look like you have gas. Stop it.

I rolled my eyes. That didn’t work. Obviously I wasn’t telepathic. “I’m going to the park.” It wasn’t far from campus, and I figured I’d have better luck finding a spot to speak privately with my owl there. Not to mention, he would look a lot less suspicious in a tree than he looked perched on a window sill in Manhattan.

Al flew ahead, and I joined him by the waterfall in Morningside Park just a few minutes later. “Alright,” I said, parking myself on a large rock. “Tell me everything. Did you find him?”

Not exactly.

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