Jewel Of Atlantis. Gena Showalter

an ethereal phantom the next, lost from her sights completely. She pressed against the too-warm, jagged wall behind her. Where had he gone? What was he doing?

      Seconds dragged by, and a slow panic began to burn in her belly as a sickening thought occurred to her. Gray intended to return, true. Sometimes, though, intentions mattered little. He could be ambushed. Hurt. She gulped. Killed. After the premonition had warned her of his being hurt, why had she let him leave her?

      Fighting a rising tide of terror, she tried to open her mind to him, to find him in the chaos and guide his steps, but she continually stumbled against a mental barrier and saw only darkness. Was it his barrier? Or her own? Having never encountered this type of resistance before, she didn’t know the answer. Frustration joined ranks with terror, heating her panic to boiling.

      She drew in a long breath, hoping to calm herself, but the overpowering odor of sulfur and smoke stung her nostrils, making her gag. Bands of fiery heat permeated the air as flickers of light continued to illuminate the shadows. Her gaze scanned the hallway for any sign of Gray. Instead, she saw the dead demon bodies that littered the floor, their scales sizzling.

      A noxious breeze ruffled her hair when a hissing demon whizzed past her, his wings gliding frantically. The creature didn’t spare her a glance, but she caught the feral, pained glaze in his eyes, the wildness of his expression.

      She quickly untied her satchel, dug inside, and yanked out a jeweled dagger she’d stolen from Marina. Sensing her, the demon whirled around and pinned her with a deadly glare, hunger washing over his features. Marina’s minions were never to hurt or touch her without permission, but Jewel doubted this one cared about such an edict now. He craved blood and death. Saliva dripped from his fangs, as he moved toward her.

      Her heart skipped a beat before reclaiming its frantic tempo. In her visions of Gray’s life, she’d seen him fight. She’d seen him kill. He performed each feat with ease, such grace and agility, never questioning his choices. I can do this. I can. Nothing mattered except survival. Determined, she raised the weapon.

      Sensing her intent, the demon abandoned his slow stalking and launched himself at her.

      Her mouth went dry and time slowed. Closer and closer he came. As his claws elongated, preparing to rip through her, she sank to the ground, shoved her knife up and into his stomach. An unholy screech vibrated in her ears.

      “Bitch!” He spat the profanity, hissing wildly. His body jerked and spasmed; his legs kicked out.

      She rolled away from him but wasn’t fast enough. His foot slammed into her middle, knocking the breath from her lungs and doubling her over. Panting, she jolted to her feet. The demon tried to remove the knife, but couldn’t get a good grip on the handle. He thrashed and moaned and writhed.

      Run, her mind shouted. Hide.

      She didn’t. Couldn’t.

      Very soon Gray would return here, and she couldn’t leave this demon alive, placing her human in unknowing danger. A weapon. She needed another weapon. Jewel sprinted through the hallway, searching for something. Anything. Only dead bodies greeted her.

      Gray suddenly appeared at the opposite end of the hallway like an avenging angel, his features hard and cold. His legs were braced apart, and his hands fisted at his sides.

      He spied the infuriated, injured demon, then darted his gaze throughout the long, narrow space until he saw her. His eyes were winged with soot, making the silver irises appear all the more steely and as dark as a winter sky.

      “Stay where you are,” he commanded her, returning his attention to the creature. He still held his knife, the silver now drenched with crimson. Steps slow and sure, he approached, his muscles clenched and ready for attack.

      As Jewel watched him, four words pounded inside her mind. Gray. Danger. Blood. Death.

      No. No! “Stop,” she screamed, bolting toward him. “Not another step!”

      Too late.

      The demon had gained his bearings, had waited until Gray drew close enough, and used his wings to vault forward. Before Gray could dodge him, the creature sank his razor-sharp fangs into Gray’s upper arm.

      Gray howled in surprise and pain. “Motherfucker!” He slashed at the demon with his knife, but its teeth retained a tight grip, buried deep.

      The moment she was within reach, Jewel kicked up and struck the demon dead center in the face. His head whipped to the side, and his teeth tore out of Gray, dripping with blood.

      With a growl, Gray leapt to the creature and sliced its throat. When it stopped thrashing, when its screams died, the room too became still. Silent.

      “Want to touch her now?” Gray barked, kicking it. Then he stopped, shook his head and seemed to lose the sharpest edge of his fury. He jerked her blade from its belly, wiped the tip on his pants and handed it to her.

      “Thank you.” She sheathed the weapon at her side with a shaky hand and fought the urge to throw herself into his arms. To slather his face with kisses. He was so fierce, so much a warrior.

      He wiped a streak of red from his check with the back of his hand, but only managed to smear it further. “Were you hurt?” His voice was hoarse, cracked and layered with tension.

      “No.” Her gaze dipped to his newest wound, watching the slow trickle of blood pooling at his elbow. “But you were. I’m sorry. So sorry.” More sorry than he might ever know. If not for the vampire bite he’d received days ago, he would be fine. Because of that bite, his blood was already tainted. When the demon and vampire saliva combined, they acted as a deadly poison.

      Gray had one hour, maybe two, before his body reacted and he collapsed.

      This is what her premonition had warned her about. “I’m sorry,” she said again. She had to get him out of this palace.

      “I’ve had worse,” he said dryly.

      He wasn’t thinking of the vampire who had bitten him, but of the women he’d bedded, the women who had bitten him sexually. Their images flashed through his mind—blondes, redheads, brunettes, their bodies open for him. Eager.

      Jewel saw the images, too, the block from earlier gone. Her sympathy and concern for him dwindled. The debaucher! He had the dirtiest mind she’d ever read. Motions stiff, she bent down and retrieved her satchel, then retied it to her waist.

      “Let’s go.” Gray grabbed her hand and tugged. “I found a clear pathway that leads outside.”

      Incredulous, she ground her feet into the marble floor, holding herself immobile. She ignored the delicious tingle racing from her hand and up her arm. “That’s why you left me?”

      “Yeah.” Another tug. “Now let’s go.”

      “Escape routes are my specialty.”

      His brows arched, two sandy slashes on his forest-colored forehead, and he offered her a sexy grin. A born rogue and charmer, he was. He released his hold on her and spread his arms wide. “Then lead the way, baby. I’ll follow.”

      “I will need a moment.”

      He sighed. “It’s not like we’ve got a pressing need to save our lives or anything. Take all the time you want.”

      “I will, thank you,” she responded primly. Eyelids drifting closed, she pictured the palace, sweeping every corner and hollow. She saw exactly where the demons lurked, where they donned blade-resistant armor around their necks, gearing for war. They hungered for human blood. Smelled it. Craved it.

      Were determined to have it.

      You, to the front entrance, Marina commanded her strongest minions. You, to the back. I want that human snack captured immediately. Do not let him leave.

      “Your path will not work,” she said, opening her eyes. “We must go that way.” She pointed in the opposite direction.

      “You