The moment Tessa stepped through the gate, Kenneth caught and held his breath. His first instinct was to turn his head away. He didn't want to see her remains spat back like so much refuse. Despite his fear, he forced himself to watch. And wait.

One endless minute dragged by. And then another.

Magaera smiled, pleased. "She's made it through."

Jake smiled back, simpering. "I thought that might be part of the problem."

The Mer queen nodded. "It would have taken only seconds to reject her. If our theory holds, we should all be able to pa.s.s through now."

Jake paced in front of the sea-gate. "Only one way to find out." He jerked a thumb toward Kenneth. "If he makes it through, our theory is sound. After that, I'll go through."

Magaera considered his proposition. "But how do I know I can trust you once you are on the other side?"

Jake's mouth twisted briefly, cynically. A tormented look flitted across his face. Then it vanished. "I have sworn to serve you in every way. My life's work has been devoted to the rediscovery of Ishaldi and bringing the Mer back to their rightful place in Earth's waters. I would never betray your trust."

Queen Magaera's face tightened. "Yet are these not people you once called friends?" she questioned, watching the archaeologist closely.

Kenneth watched, too. He sincerely hoped Jake was one h.e.l.l of an actor. It would be nice if he was helping to secure their release instead of twisting the knives he'd planted between their shoulder blades. Tessa had gotten through the sea-gate and that was a point in Jake's favor. Whether it was by accident or design, he had yet to discover.

Jake waved a dismissive hand. "I can make new friends."

Kenneth cursed under his breath. The SOB seemed to be driving the blades deeper.

Arta Raisa stepped up. "May I suggest chaining the prisoner? He will be more easily controlled on the other side."

Eyeing her prisoner, Magaera nodded. "Put the heaviest shackles on him, and see that chains span his hands."

The Mer guards quickly moved into action.

Kenneth balked, resisting the impulse to fight back against the degradation of being chained like a dog. Jake batted nary an eye. His face was schooled to impa.s.sivity, a cautious blank. If he had any thoughts on the matter, he concealed them well.

One of the Mer guards offered the archaeologist a blade. "To control him." She handed it over.

Jake considered the dangerous weapon. For a moment he wavered, swallowing hard. "I'll handle him."

The Mer guard led Kenneth to the sea-gate. The energy emanating from its center was electric, raising the fine hairs on his forearms. He didn't want to think about what would happen if something went wrong.

Refusing to be cowed, he jutted out his chin. "Let's get this over with."

Jake stepped up beside him, just as he had the first time they'd gone through the gate. "I f.u.c.king hope this works," he muttered under his breath.

Kenneth arched a brow. He'd like it just fine if the sea-gate chewed Jake up and spat out his bones. "Guess we'll find out."

They launched through the portal in a single bound.

The light shimmered around their bodies, attacking from all sides with a heady, suffocating weight. The power came fast, like fire rushing down a tunnel. It felt as though his skin were slowly turning itself inside out. Heat shot down his spine as arcs of light burrowed through his eyes to enter his skull.

Suddenly the light winked out.

It was all over.

Kenneth emerged on the other side. Dizzy and nauseous, but safe.

He stumbled forward, clumsily trying to break his fall with chained hands. He skidded across cold stone littered with sharp pieces of gla.s.s-the remnants of the crystal orb. Though the labradorite pillars were completely drained, the sea- gate provided a dim but workable illumination.

The sound of a body hitting the floor beside his told him Jake had pa.s.sed through, as well. "s.h.i.t! That hurts!"

Tessa hurried over from the far side of the chamber. "Guys?" The tone of her voice was relief mingled with delight.

Happy to see she was safe, Kenneth pushed himself up. "Are you all right?"

Eyes wide and anxious, Tessa helped him stand. "I'm fine."

His gaze locked with hers. "You should have left."

She shook her head. "Couldn't do it. I had to wait for you."

"Aw. Isn't love grand?" Dagger in hand, Jake rolled to his feet. "I can't believe it worked. We're back."

Tessa eyed the weapon in her ex-lover's hand. "Do you think you can put that thing away?"

Jake considered the sharp-edged blade in his hand. "I-I . . . can't."

Head still spinning, Kenneth climbed to his feet. "Snap out of it, man. It's over. We're out." His stomach squeezed, boiling with anxiety. "This is our chance to get going before those b.i.t.c.hes get through."

"You're not seriously on their side," Tessa added. "You can't be. They're evil."

Jake's mouth thinned. "As much as I want to, I can't let you go."

Wrong answer, Kenneth thought.

Seeing his chance, he had to take it. His hands might be shackled, but his legs weren't.

Acting with split-second timing, he launched a hard kick toward Jake's legs. Caught by surprise, the archaeologist crumbled. He blindly slashed out with the blade.

Tessa's foot came down hard across his wrist. "Let go!" She smashed down hard.

Jake howled and tried to roll away. "You're hurting me!"

"Tough s.h.i.t." Kenneth slipped his cuffs over Jake's head, making a garrote. "Don't make me kill you, man." He applied enough pressure to let Jake know he was serious. "I will if I have to."

"We just want to get out of here," Tessa added. "You can stay."

Jake's fingers scrabbled at his throat, digging at the thick chain pressing into his windpipe. "Okay, Okay!" He half coughed, spittle running down his chin. "Go. Just go."

Kenneth eased up. "Once we're gone, you can do whatever the h.e.l.l you want."

Tessa's sudden yelp tore through the chamber. "Oh, G.o.d, look out!"

Half a dozen Mer soldiers swarmed around them, tackling Kenneth from all sides. Something hard and heavy knocked him soundly on the left temple.

"Back off!" one of the women ordered sharply.

Head reeling from the blow, Kenneth staggered back. Had he been on his own, there would have been no hesitation. He would have continued to fight. But Tessa . . . No, he couldn't risk her life.

Full of bitter conflict, he ceased all movement. "I'm backing off," he mumbled. One minute they'd been ahead. The next minute they were outnumbered.

Jesus, he thought bitterly. We almost made it.

Queen Magaera's commanding voice cut through the melee. "Cease!" Her forehead ridged in anger. "There's no use resisting further."

"Stay still," one of the Mer commanded, pushing him toward the rear of the chamber.

Two more Mer soldiers seized Tessa, shoving her roughly. "Don't touch me," she shouted back, twisting out of their grip.

Gasping for breath and holding his injured throat, Jake climbed to his feet. "It's about time you got here," he snapped. "They d.a.m.n near killed me."

Queen Magaera ignored his outburst. Her attention lay elsewhere.

Walking with purpose behind her steps, she surveyed the labradorite columns scattered throughout the chamber. "The dim-witted girl," she sniffed, touching one of the burnt-out stones "Just as I suspected, she pulled too much energy too fast and reset the resonance of the gate."

Jake flexed his wrist, testing for damage. "Is that a problem?" He pointed toward the twisted remnants of the choker Tessa had worn. "That's all that's left."

Magaera's eyes narrowed in displeasure. "She has destroyed the jewels of Atargatis. They are irreplaceable, granted to the Mer by the G.o.ddess herself."

Jake frowned. "How important were they?"

"Very important. They were the tools that granted the reigning monarch absolute sovereignty over land and sea." Magaera's mouth thinned. "It pains me they are destroyed."

"Some pieces still remain," Jake hurried to a.s.sure her. "The scepter is . . ."

"Something I intend to recover," Magaera snapped. "Just as soon as I regain control of the sea-gate."

Jake eyed the shattered orb. "Can it be done without those pieces?"

"Of course. The threshold is a magnetic force, one we can manipulate by amplifying our own telepathic energies," Magaera answered precisely in a tone that sounded layered with displeasure. "Presently it is under the command to accept the psychic imprint of the last person to open it. She must go through first before others may safely follow."

Jake mentally processed the information. "So that means Tessa has become the key."

"Right now we may leave Ishaldi, but we can't go back without her in the lead," Magaera confirmed.

Jake frowned with frustration. "I'd hoped we could get rid of her," he mumbled. "Both of them, actually."

One corner of Magaera's mouth turned up. "It will be inconvenient. But once I confiscate her soul-stone, she will simply answer as my slave." A wry chuckle escaped her.

Catching bits and pieces of their conversation, Tessa shook her head. "I'm not doing jack for you, b.i.t.c.h."

Doma Chiara hit her soundly across the legs with the shaft of her spear. "You will do exactly as my queen commands, or I will gut you myself."

Tessa stubbornly shook her head. "Rot in h.e.l.l."

"Be careful, Tess," Kenneth whispered.

Tessa looked at him through teary eyes. "I won't give up my soul-stone." A small muscle in her jaw jumped. "And I'm not going to let them use me to control the sea-gate."

Kenneth's heart stalled in his chest. "What are you talking about?"

Her gaze went distant, brooding. "Just wait," she murmured. "I'll redeem myself yet." A chilling smile of satisfaction played on her lips.

Kenneth didn't like the sound of those words. "Don't, Tess," he warned under his breath. "Whatever you think you've got in mind, don't do it."

Magaera's stare landed on Tessa. "Bring her to me." She c.o.c.ked her head. An evil little smile danced on her thin lips. "The sooner we get started, the sooner I can control the sea-gate."

Chiara shoved her spear in Tessa's back. "Move." Tessa reluctantly walked forward, swearing bitterly to herself. Kenneth watched her fearfully, worried about what stunt she might pull.

Queen Magaera touched the pendant around her neck. Unlike the lighter crystal stone most Mer wore, hers was heavier, more prominent. And as black as her soul.

Kenneth watched closely as the queen stepped up to Tessa. He tried hard to quell his agitation.

"I hope you will make this easy," Magaera instructed. "Will you match psychic vibrations with me willingly, or are you going to make me take your soul-stone by force?"

Kenneth saw a look of fear sweep over Tessa's face. Then he saw horror. "No. You can't have it."

Magaera smiled. "I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice."

Tessa's fingers clutched at the crystal hanging around her neck. "I'm not giving it to you."

Kenneth watched Tessa and remembered something she had once told him. For a Mer to lose her soul-stone was worse than death.

Queen Magaera laughed. "If you won't willingly give it to me, I'll take it by force. It's the only way I can ensure complete control of the sea-gate."

Cursing the chains holding him immobile, Kenneth could only watch. And wait.

As Queen Magaera reached for Tessa's soul- stone, he felt another presence in his mind, strange yet somehow familiar. It took him a moment to realize it must be Tessa. Though they'd never been psychically linked before, he wondered if their joining in the cell had caused a new connection between them.

He looked at her. Eyes narrowing, her mouth tightened. I can't go through this alone, she seemed to be saying. We need to take her down.

As Magaera took hold of her soul-stone, Tessa's body shook violently.

All of a sudden, he felt Tessa inside of him, and before he knew it, the energy was being ripped out of him.

Her voice cut through the scorching heat and pain, calm, focused, and oddly comforting. I've got to take from you one more time.

Kenneth's legs quivered beneath his weight. He didn't have much, but what he did have was hers. Take it all, he silently urged.

She did, draining him until he could barely stand. Then, suddenly, their tenuous connection abruptly snapped.

Vision gone dead black, Kenneth hit his knees. He had nothing left to hold him upright. The pressure in his head and chest had pa.s.sed the point from painful to downright unbearable.