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Atlantis Series Complete Collection

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by Gena Showalter


  He continued his scrutiny of her, searching for signs of a dragon relative. Her eyes were so bright a violet they sparkled like freshly polished amethysts. Long black lashes. Slightly rounded cheeks. Flawless, bronzed skin where the paint had washed away. Unlike most of her hulking sisters, she was of the petite variety, barely reaching his shoulders. No, no dragon.

  From her fluid grace to her perfect curves, she was sensual and exotic, ready for a bedding rather than a battle.

  “You should not be here. I could have killed you, woman.” He didn’t mind killing females, had done so on many occasions, but it would have been a shame to destroy something so lovely. His jaw clenched as he realized exactly what he was thinking. Damn her. He did not regard women with any kind of desire. Not anymore.

  One corner of her lush, red mouth kicked up, causing his stomach to tighten. “Please,” she said, voice sultry, like a dream. “You’ll need a few centuries’ more sword practice before you have the skill to eliminate me, vampire.” She swung at him yet again, this time aiming for his neck.

  There were no creatures faster than the vampires, and he managed to arch backward with swift precision as the blade soared just over his nose. “And you fancy yourself my tutor? I think not.” But he admired her confidence.

  “What are you doing here?” she demanded. Another swing.

  Another block. “Helping you.”

  A tinkling laugh escaped her, floating over his skin with the surety of a lover’s caress. His stomach tightened again. He scowled, mouth thinning over razor-sharp teeth. How was she affecting him like this?

  He had not experienced even a single wisp of need since—do not think of Susan. You will lose focus.

  Growling, he swung at the Amazon. She blocked the harder blow and frowned. Better. A frown was better than a laugh. And so he did it again. Slashed at her, using all of his might. When their swords next met, both of their bodies vibrated from the impact.

  Her delicate nose twitched. In irritation? Amusement? Delight?

  Surely not the latter two.

  “This is how you help me?” she demanded.

  “No. That was me, helping myself. Now this is me, helping you.” With a swift jerk of his arm, he tossed his dagger. The tip embedded in the neck of the dragon racing toward her from behind. “See the difference?”

  She spun, surveyed the fallen, dying warrior. When she faced Layel again, there was no longer any question about what emotion she experienced. Irritation. “Well, we don’t need your help and will not grant you any type of boon for offering it.”

  “Your gratitude is humbling. Fortunately, cutting out the hearts of my enemies is boon enough for me.”

  The pink tip of her tongue emerged and traced over those lush lips, smearing war paint. All the while she eyed his lips. Had his words…excited her? Shock rooted him in place, staying his sword. Such depravity should have disgusted her. And her excitement should have disgusted him.

  Should have.

  He hissed at her, suddenly as desperate to get away from her as he was to dispatch the dragon army. “Get in my way again, Amazon, and I will take you down.” Perhaps he would not need to, he thought, before he could turn from her. Already another dragon closed in behind her.

  Layel’s vehemence seemed to shake her out of her inactivity. She returned his hiss with one of her own. “Try, and you’ll die like the dragons.” As she spoke, she stabbed behind her, sinking the apex of her sword into the very dragon that had been sneaking up on her. She gave a twist of her wrist, digging her weapon deeper, causing even more pain for the injured man.

  Her gaze never left Layel.

  The warrior fell to the ground, a final gasp echoing from him.

  Layel didn’t waste another moment. He moved around and behind the woman and her lethal beauty, knowing he was nothing more than a blur to her. She didn’t have time to turn when he kicked out his leg. Contact. Her ankles knocked together. She grunted and toppled to her knees. But she was back on her feet in the next instant, spinning around and glaring at him.

  Except there was no anger in that glare. Only vulnerability. Raw vulnerability. It was the kind of look a woman gave a man she was considering taking to her bed—but knew she should resist. A look he had resisted from others, without hesitation, for what seemed an eternity. She’s dangerous.

  Layel backed away from her, a spark of panic igniting.

  “You knocked me down,” she said, breathless.

  For years he’d assumed his heart was withered, dead. And yet, hearing the excitement in her voice, the foolish organ sped to life, nearly beating through his ribs. Keep moving away, damn you. “Yes,” he said, his legs suddenly heavy. “I did.”

  “But…you knocked me down.”

  And he would do more if she approached him again. He’d have to. Something about her…

  He should not have to remind himself that desire was not something he wanted in his life. He would avenge Susan’s death, and then he would join her. Nothing and no one else mattered.

  “Play nice with my vampires, little girl, and I might save a few dragons for you. If not, I’ll come for you. And when I find you, I will take your head and hang it beside my throne with all the others I have collected in my long life. Doubt me not.” With that, he flashed her a dark grin and pushed his way into the thick of battle, through the raging fires, Brand once more in his sights.

  CHAPTER TWO

  THAT BASTARD! DELILAH THOUGHT. That bloodsucking fiend. That black-hearted warrior. That…man! He had no conscience, no sense of fairness. And she…liked it. A sigh slipped from her, and she nearly melted to the ground in a boneless heap of feminine delight.

  The warrior had dropped her to her knees. No one had ever dropped her before. No one. She was too strong, too fast, too menacing and too eager to exact revenge. And if she could not, her sisters were more than willing to see the task done, which every species in Atlantis knew.

  But the vampire had acted against her without reservation or remorse. What was worse—better?—was that he could have done so much more. One moment he’d been in front of her, the next he’d been behind her. He could have sliced her throat as he’d done to so many of the dragons, and there would have been nothing she could’ve done about it.

  Well, she could have died. But where was the fun in that?

  She should have been wary of such skill. She wasn’t; she was excited. Which was foolish! Number eight of the ten Amazon commandments: never fight an opponent face-to-face if you couldn’t defeat him. Wait and stab him in the back later. The vampire could have defeated her. Utterly. Would have. Yet she’d practically begged for more.

  The thought of his cunning made her pulse leap and her blood heat as if dragon fire had somehow seeped through the war paint, past her skin and straight into her veins. He’d tripped her, and she had wanted to kiss him for it.

  Yes, all right, fine. She had spent many nights lying awake, wishing for what she couldn’t have and shouldn’t want: a man strong enough to risk her sisters’ ire and claim her. A man who didn’t think of her as too violent to enjoy for more than a few nights. A man who gave as intensely as she did, who would fight for her with the same ferocity she brought to every battle she joined. A man who would topple any barrier to reach her.

  A man who would view her as the most important thing in his life. A prize to be won and cherished.

  All of those desires embarrassed her, however, and were not something she would—or could—ever mention aloud. Not if she wanted the respect of her tribe. She was a warrior; they all were. Battle came first. Love, never.

  Besides, she’d tried love. Or at least, had given herself to a man. He hadn’t been forced to accept her. Hadn’t been picked during the Ceremony of the Chosen, where Amazons decided which slaves to bed. No, she’d met him on the battlefield. She’d gone to stab him and he’d kissed her. Intrigued, flattered, she’d let him live, had even snuck out of camp later that night to see him. You’re the one for me, he’d told her. I knew
it the first moment I saw you. But after the loving had finished, he’d walked away and had never looked back. She’d been nothing more than a passing fancy, an enemy to use, a woman to sate himself on and, later, a bad memory to bury.

  Her fault, though. If she hadn’t secretly watched other races over the years, melting at the sight of men fighting for their women, doing anything and everything to protect them, the need for a love of her own wouldn’t have sprouted. A need that was a clear violation of the third commandment: if you begin to desire more than a bedding from a man, kill him or he’ll take you from your sisters, betray you.

  A rage-drenched snarl resounded through the forest, claiming her attention. She thrust her sword forward, twisted the hilt, then slammed it backward. Both in front of and behind her, a dragon warrior dropped at her feet.

  Another dragon sprinted toward her. Silly men. They were strong soldiers. She knew that, had fought a few of them before, but she was stronger. Despite her delicate appearance.

  Delilah raised her dagger, ready to meet this new opponent. One of her sisters stepped in his path, however, and the two became locked in a fierce battle of clanging, sparking metal. All too soon, the weaker, still-in-training Nola fell against the brute’s powerful sword thrusts. The man threw his sword aside, ready to use his meaty hands.

  The first commandment: always aid a sister in need.

  Steps sure and quick, Delilah reached her sister’s side—only to realize proudly that she needn’t have bothered. The Amazon shot to her feet and met the dragon warrior’s fists with a high kick. He grunted, stumbled.

  Nola is fine, and you have a mission. Delilah turned, eyeing the macabre scene before her. Blood, grunting, collapsing bodies. All necessary. She had come here for a specific reason: to find and rescue her sister by race, Lily.

  Where are you now, sweet Lily? Before attacking the dragons, Delilah had seen her in the cage. Since then, there had been no sign of the girl. Come on. Show yourself. Lily had disappeared a week ago, and they’d tracked her to the dragon palace and followed the warriors into this forest. Better to ambush them there. Whether the dragons had taken her or she’d gone willingly was not important. They had bound her hands and mouth. They had imprisoned her.

  For the first, they would suffer. For the second, they would die.

  Lily was a child, an innocent, and their future queen. Delilah—and all Amazons—doted on the girl. At thirteen, she was charming, precious, amusing. Everything the rest of the Amazons were not.

  Bring my baby home, the queen had instructed Delilah, her chin trembling. Seeing the usually staid Kreja near tears had been a torture all its own. You know what to do with those who harm her even in the slightest way.

  Every warrioress fighting this battle would do anything, everything, to preserve Lily’s sweet innocence—if the dragons had not destroyed it already. If they had… Fury clouded Delilah’s vision, winking red and black.

  Concentrate. Several warriors had already morphed into their animal form, flesh replaced with scales, serrated tails whipping back and forth, wings flapping and claws slashing. They would be harder to kill that way, but she relished the challenge.

  From the corner of her eye, she caught a flash of white hair and glowing crystalline eyes framed by long black lashes. Features almost too pretty to be male. Sensual, exotic. Her heart gave a strange leap. The vampire who’d knocked her to the ground. He could have been the king of wickedness and temptation, and she would not have been surprised.

  What was his name? The question whispered through her mind before she could stop it. He doesn’t matter, remember? Why, then, could she not tear her gaze from him?

  He disappeared in the midst of the crowd. Two enemy warriors clomped toward him, their bodies monstrous and scaled, faces elongated and teeth like sabers. Would the vampire be strong enough to fight them both?

  As excited as she was by the thought of his success, a part of her was…scared? Her brow furrowed. No. That wasn’t possible. Nothing scared her. Not battle, not pain, not death. Yet she couldn’t deny the unsteady rhythm of her heart just then. What if the vampire was struck down? There were so many around him, all going for his neck.

  Delilah’s attention again snagged on Nola, who still fought a few inches away and was not faring as well as Delilah had hoped. Nola was not one of her closest friends, was too solitary to have any friends, but the tribe came first. Always.

  Shoving the vampire from her mind once and for all, Delilah leapt at the dragon engaging her sister, propelling him to the ground and allowing Nola to finally sink her blade into his chest.

  He roared. “Damn it, woman!” He lay there, panting, intermittingly staring at his chest and Nola with fury, but he didn’t get up again. “That hurt.”

  “Good.” Ninth commandment: never leave a fight without first injuring your opponent in some way. Delilah whipped around, ready to fell another. But once again, she found herself searching for the vampire. Not forgotten, after all. Surrounded by countless adversaries as he was, he would surely be cut down. Despite the prowess he’d demonstrated, he was only a man. A breathtaking, commanding man, but as fallible as all his brethren.

  Panting, Nola followed the line of Delilah’s gaze. “Shall we cut out his heart?”

  “Don’t even scratch him. The vampire is mine,” she said, the words tumbling from her before she could stop them. Fifth commandment: what’s yours is your sisters’. Nola had just as much right to him as she did.

  There was a shocked pause. “The chaste Delilah finally chooses a male? I must meet him.” Nola rushed forward and inserted herself into the throng of Amazons, dragons and vampires. The latter two attempted to shoo her away while continuing to fight each other. Their lack of attention cost them, and they began falling like raindrops during a storm, her sword flashing like lightning.

  Did Nola plan to win the vampire for herself? At first, Delilah stood unmoving in astonishment. Stoic Nola always kept to herself, had never fought for a male prisoner and only warred when commanded, despite her growing skill. By nature, she was a watcher, not a doer. She would not want the vampire. Would she?

  Perhaps I am not the only one fascinated by his strength. Seething with sudden fury, Delilah stalked forward. What she would do when she reached the thick of the fray, she didn’t know. If only cleaving Nola’s head from her body were an option.

  The illicit thought had her gasping. Were she to say something like that aloud, she would be sentenced to death.

  Someone pushed her to the ground before she’d gotten halfway to her target. The vampire had done the same and it had excited her. This…didn’t. She rolled to her back. There was no time to rage, though, as this newest threat leapt on top of her and pinned her. She looked up and saw that it was the last dragon she’d stabbed. He’d already partially healed—and clearly wanted more. She wiggled her arm free to slice him.

  “Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, fingers clamping around her wrist.

  “Oh, yes, I do.” She worked one of her legs between them and kicked him in the face. His body twisted to the side, lifting his weight, freeing her. She stood, kicked him once more, aiming for his oozing wound. He jerked, then stilled, eyes closed. Satisfied he wouldn’t come for her again, she marched away, catching sight of the vampire and watching him move with lethal grace and fluidity, his weapons extensions of his arms, as if he had been born with them in his hands.

  Behind him, a dragon opened its mouth to spew a stream of fire.

  “Nola!” she shouted, too far away to shove him out of the way herself. But the Amazon was distracted by the tail being swung at her, and didn’t hear her cry for help.

  Swiftly, Delilah withdrew one of the daggers criss-crossed at her back and tossed it. The tip wheezed through the air before embedding in the dragon’s chest. There was a chilling howl, but thankfully no fire.

  The vampire spun, and his gaze collided with hers. A sizzle of awareness swept through her, stronger than the one she’d experienced at their first
encounter. He glanced at the dragon falling to his knees, then inclined his head in acknowledgment of Delilah’s action. Disappointment joined ranks with the awareness.

  What did you expect? That he’d blow you a kiss? “Your gratitude is humbling,” she called, echoing his earlier words to her.

  Without a word, he pivoted and attacked another of the fire-breathers, seeming unconcerned as flames danced over his skin, charring and blistering. The more steps she took toward him, the more opponents jumped in her way. And as Delilah fought her way to him—no, to her friend, damn it!—she saw Nola dive low, slide past a dragon that had just stabbed a vampire in the stomach and slice into its scaled ankles. There was another roar as the creature dropped, no longer able to stand.

  Delilah reached her then. The white-haired vampire had vanished.

  “Where’s Lily?” Nola asked her, panic layering her voice. Ribbons of black hair whipped across her delicate face as she searched left, then right. A loner she might be, but she loved Lily as much as the rest of them.

  Delilah followed the direction of her gaze—and finally found the cage Lily had occupied. It was empty. No. No, no, no. “Surely one of the others freed her and carried her to safety.”

  “That was not the plan. She was to be taken, cage and all to keep her safe and snug, out of harm’s way. Most likely she picked the lock herself. She knows how, we made sure of that at least.”

  “True. All right. You sweep the north, and I’ll head south. We’ll find her.”

  Nola nodded, and they were off.

  Delilah raced through trees, twigs slapping her face and arms. Rocks dug past the soles of her boots. All the while, she kept her eyes to the ground, searching…searching…there! Three sets of footprints came into view. One was delicate and bare, two were large and booted. Male.

 

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