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twenty-first century."
"Dude," the warrior bit off. "However you phrase it, the truth remains the same. I was nearest to Conlan when that vampire attacked him. I should have taken the blade."
Conlan reached out to lay his hand gently on Denal's head for an instant. "However, from Ven's account, you were battling three vampires on your own, including another one who'd tried to gut me, right? And you took an axe to the side of your head?"
Denal dropped his eyes, but nodded. "It was only the flat end of the axe, my lord."
Bastien interrupted, his low voice a rumble. "Yeah, at least it was his head. Nothing important in there to damage. We're golden."
Conlan felt the laughter rising in him at Bastien's familiar teasing, but knew Denal was far too earnest to understand that his prince wasn't laughing at him. He bit back his humor and turned a serious face to his youngest warrior. "Thank Poseidon that it was the flat end of the axe, or your head would be split in two. And enough with the 'my lord'
and 'my prince' stuff. Call me Conlan."
He turned in time to see Justice snort and roll his eyes. "Do you have something to say to me, Justice?"
The warrior pushed himself away from the wall, uncoiling like a leopard preparing to strike. Strange that he'd always reminded Conlan of a jungle animal. Even with the blue hair.
"Conlan, prince, whatever we call you, the fact remains—you still haven't told us what happened to you. What Anubisa did to you."
Atlantis Rising – Warriors of Poseidon 01
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Justice flicked his gaze down and then back up Conlan's body, his expression only the slightest fraction away from being a grave insult. "We don't know that you haven't been… compromised. Do we?"
As one, Ven and Christophe headed for Justice. "I'm going to kick your ass for that, blue boy," Ven snarled.
Christophe said nothing, just raised a hand, scowling. A shimmering ball of energy coalesced in his palm.
Conlan held up a hand to stop the confrontation. "Enough!" he commanded. "Leave him alone. He has a point."
Alaric's voice sounded from the doorway. "He would have a point, if I hadn't been the one who healed you. Both now and before."
Stalking into the room, Alaric came to a halt in the middle. "Do any of you doubt Poseidon's powers?"
Not even Justice dared blasphemy. As one, seven heads shook from side to side.
No doubt here.
Alaric smiled that terrifying smile of his—the one that kept even the greediest Atlantean lord kicking in his full tithe to Poseidon's Temple. "As you should not. The healing process is not simply physical. I see inside of the true intentions and darkest memories of the one being healed."
His gaze shot to Conlan. "Our prince is not corrupted, though any of the rest of you would have been. He is stronger than even he knows."
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Conlan broke his gaze away. The idea of Alaric sharing his memories of torture and fire wasn't exactly comforting.
"Damaged goods."
"Warped beyond redemption."
Anubisa was the queen of lies, and yet maybe there was the edge of truth in what she'd told him so many times.
Alaric continued. "Left to Anubisa's delicate touch, most of you would have broken.
Conlan came back to us whole. Stronger than he was before. Do not question his rule in front of me again, Lord Justice."
Justice bowed his head. Either he agreed, or he was biding his time for challenge.
Conlan decided to worry about the latter at another time.
Alaric almost casually waved one hand, and the energy ball still glowing in Christophe's hand winked out. The warrior snatched his hand to his mouth, hissing.
"Don't play with power in front of me, little boy," Alaric said to him. "You refused the strictures of the Temple."
Christophe, a good two centuries past being a boy, little or otherwise, stepped toward Alaric. Defiance
"Dude," the warrior bit off. "However you phrase it, the truth remains the same. I was nearest to Conlan when that vampire attacked him. I should have taken the blade."
Conlan reached out to lay his hand gently on Denal's head for an instant. "However, from Ven's account, you were battling three vampires on your own, including another one who'd tried to gut me, right? And you took an axe to the side of your head?"
Denal dropped his eyes, but nodded. "It was only the flat end of the axe, my lord."
Bastien interrupted, his low voice a rumble. "Yeah, at least it was his head. Nothing important in there to damage. We're golden."
Conlan felt the laughter rising in him at Bastien's familiar teasing, but knew Denal was far too earnest to understand that his prince wasn't laughing at him. He bit back his humor and turned a serious face to his youngest warrior. "Thank Poseidon that it was the flat end of the axe, or your head would be split in two. And enough with the 'my lord'
and 'my prince' stuff. Call me Conlan."
He turned in time to see Justice snort and roll his eyes. "Do you have something to say to me, Justice?"
The warrior pushed himself away from the wall, uncoiling like a leopard preparing to strike. Strange that he'd always reminded Conlan of a jungle animal. Even with the blue hair.
"Conlan, prince, whatever we call you, the fact remains—you still haven't told us what happened to you. What Anubisa did to you."
Atlantis Rising – Warriors of Poseidon 01
Page 102 of 351
Justice flicked his gaze down and then back up Conlan's body, his expression only the slightest fraction away from being a grave insult. "We don't know that you haven't been… compromised. Do we?"
As one, Ven and Christophe headed for Justice. "I'm going to kick your ass for that, blue boy," Ven snarled.
Christophe said nothing, just raised a hand, scowling. A shimmering ball of energy coalesced in his palm.
Conlan held up a hand to stop the confrontation. "Enough!" he commanded. "Leave him alone. He has a point."
Alaric's voice sounded from the doorway. "He would have a point, if I hadn't been the one who healed you. Both now and before."
Stalking into the room, Alaric came to a halt in the middle. "Do any of you doubt Poseidon's powers?"
Not even Justice dared blasphemy. As one, seven heads shook from side to side.
No doubt here.
Alaric smiled that terrifying smile of his—the one that kept even the greediest Atlantean lord kicking in his full tithe to Poseidon's Temple. "As you should not. The healing process is not simply physical. I see inside of the true intentions and darkest memories of the one being healed."
His gaze shot to Conlan. "Our prince is not corrupted, though any of the rest of you would have been. He is stronger than even he knows."
Atlantis Rising – Warriors of Poseidon 01
Page 103 of 351
Conlan broke his gaze away. The idea of Alaric sharing his memories of torture and fire wasn't exactly comforting.
"Damaged goods."
"Warped beyond redemption."
Anubisa was the queen of lies, and yet maybe there was the edge of truth in what she'd told him so many times.
Alaric continued. "Left to Anubisa's delicate touch, most of you would have broken.
Conlan came back to us whole. Stronger than he was before. Do not question his rule in front of me again, Lord Justice."
Justice bowed his head. Either he agreed, or he was biding his time for challenge.
Conlan decided to worry about the latter at another time.
Alaric almost casually waved one hand, and the energy ball still glowing in Christophe's hand winked out. The warrior snatched his hand to his mouth, hissing.
"Don't play with power in front of me, little boy," Alaric said to him. "You refused the strictures of the Temple."
Christophe, a good two centuries past being a boy, little or otherwise, stepped toward Alaric. Defiance
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