It wasn't all that hard to smile at him, crappy circumstances or not. He was so beautiful it actually hurt to look at him, even in his simple white shirt and dark pants. He looked like he belonged in princely robes or carved in marble and up on a pedestal. She allowed herself to spend a moment simply savoring the sight of him.

His hair was braided back again and, for a moment, she let herself imagine the tactile pleasure of slowly unbraiding it. Feeling the blue waves slip like silk through her fingers and fall like a curtain over her body.

Heat washed through her and she abruptly turned to examine one of the walls so that none of them saw her telltale blush. A couple of deep breaths later, she put her game face back on and still wanted those answers. "Well?"

Conlan took a seat at the table and poured himself a cup of coffee. She noticed he had a large, sturdy mug, not one of the delicate china cups. So maybe that had been the guest china she'd been served from.

Or maybe her brain was trying to distract her with trivia to take her mind off the fact that she was arguing with Atlantean royalty underneath the ocean somewhere.

Way to go, Keely.

"Those are questions and answers for another time," Conlan said quietly, but with a hint of steel in his voice. Definitely giving off a "don't push your luck" vibe. "We haven't survived for millennia by disclosing our secrets so easily, even to such a brilliant scientist as yourself."

"Charming, while giving me nothing. You guys are good," she said, putting a healthy dose of admiration in her voice. No matter. She was patient. She could wait.

"In regard to your visions, although my instincts tell me that you are speaking the truth, or at least the truth as you believe it to be, I would be a poor leader, indeed, if I were to take your word for something so critical," Conlan said slowly. "However, if there were some way you could prove to me the validity of your visions-"

"Yes," Keely said. "Sure. If you-"

"Absolutely not," Justice said harshly. "We have caused Keely to suffer far too much. We will not allow you to bring her to any further harm."

Keely whirled around, her heart in her throat. She heard it in his voice, never mind the plural self-reference again. The Nereid was back, and Justice's fury over the potential threat to her was dangerously near to causing his fragile control to topple. She took a step toward him with some thought of comforting or helping, but he moved with a blur of speed and was suddenly across the room from her, still clenching his fists.

"Do not," he growled at her, the words suddenly rich with a liquid accent she'd heard before-from his mother in the throne room during her visions. Then he turned the force of all that rage on his brothers. "We have seen Keely for centuries in our vision quest. She is ours, and you will not harm her."

Before Keely could move, Ven had somehow positioned himself so that he stood between Keely and Justice. He spoke calmly, as if trying to soothe a frenzied animal.

Or simply a brother who'd gone insane when a geas shattered.

"Justice, you know we don't want to hurt her. You know we want to do everything we can to help you. Am I talking to both of you now? Have you gone Sybil on me?"

Suddenly, shockingly, Justice threw back his head and laughed. It was a warm, hearty, normal laugh, with nothing chilling or alien about it. A wave of relief hit Keely with such force that her knees weakened from the onslaught. He'd done it. He was in control.

When Justice stopped laughing, he looked at Ven and grinned. His eyes were clear again. "You and your damn movies. The Nereid has no frame of reference for Sybil or Dawn of the Dead or I Was a Teenage Werewolf, either. Maybe that's the trick. I can battle the other half of my soul with B movies."

Ven very subtly moved so that he was no longer blocking Justice's view of Keely. "You see? All these years, you goons mocked me for my excellent taste in quality filmmaking, and now it just might save you from losing your marbles."

Conlan folded his arms across his chest and looked at Keely. "I thought having one little brother was bad enough. Now I've got two of them to deal with. I may abdicate the throne and move to Fiji, where it's quiet."

Keely snapped her mouth shut, from where it had been hanging open down to about her kneecaps. Staring at them in disbelief, she put her hands on her hips. "Are you kidding me? Justice's sanity and the fate of all Atlantis might be at stake here, and you're making bad jokes?"

"We're guys," Justice said, still grinning. "It's what we do."

It was the sanest, most absolutely ordinary thing that he'd said in the entire time she'd known him, and that grin on his face transformed his features from dark and terrifyingly beautiful to drop-dead, fall-at-his-feet-with-her-clothes-off sexy. She couldn't do anything else but stand there smiling back at him like a giddy coed with a crush on the professor. She didn't know how much time passed, while they all stood there grinning at each other, but of course like all good things in her life it was too soon over.

Conlan drained his coffee mug and put it back down on the table. "I have devised a plan that will both test at the veracity of your visions and also perhaps give us the information we need in order to track down the missing jewels, Dr. McDermott. You will object read the Trident."

Keely stumbled and fell back against the wall, then slid bonelessly down until her butt hit the floor. "Oh, sure. No problem, Your Highness. For my next trick, I'll read the sacred object of power-of a god."

She couldn't help it; she started laughing helplessly. "After what Poseidon's sword very nearly did to me . . . oh, hell. You may as well call me Keely instead of Dr. McDermott. Why be formal when I'm going to be dead soon?"

The Nereid tried to break free again, and Justice ruthlessly shoved him back into a corner of his mind, but the mere thought of Keely in danger threatened to smash his control to jagged shards.

"She will not touch the Trident, you godsforsaken son of a squid," he gritted out, trying desperately to keep from going for his sword. "Brother or no, I will kill you if you try to harm her in any way."

Conlan slammed a fist down on the table, but before he could reply, Ven started laughing, lightening the tension in the room a fraction. "Son of a squid? Really? That's not bad. Points for the nasty visual, man."

Keely, her head jerking back and forth as she tried to look at everyone simultaneously, suddenly started laughing, too. "I know I'm an idiot, but now all I can think of is Squidward from SpongeBob. Did you know they have a movie called Atlantis SquarePantis? One of my American colleagues on the Lupercale dig had a young son who watched it over and over until I thought my ears would melt. You guys should get a copy."

Ven whistled. "Atlantis SquarePantis. Nice. I'll have to pick that up next time I'm up top. Too bad UPS doesn't exactly deliver down here."

Justice, calmer now, still wasn't seeing the funny. He glared at Keely. "You joke when your life is in danger?"

She blinked and then grinned at him. "I'm an archaeologist. It's what we do."

Hearing her toss his own words back at him unlocked a hidden door deep in the frozen recesses of Justice's heart. That this woman could possess such incredible courage in the face of such fantastically bizarre circumstances-that she could still smile and joke-astonished him.

She astonished him. She was more than the sum total of her beauty and intelligence. She had courage, compassion, and humor beyond any he'd seen before.

He would never let her be harmed.

"She touches the Trident over my dead body," he said flatly.

"Nice. Pithy, yet melodramatic," Ven said. "But it doesn't solve our problem here. Your woman just hit us with some news that could mean the destruction of our whole world, if we don't pay attention to her."

"I'm not his woman," Keely said.

"Right, Doc. Keep telling yourself that," Ven shot back. "We need some answers. If she could somehow not only prove what she's saying is true, but maybe find out more for us-"

"Never," Justice snarled. "You didn't see her. She went into a trance that was coma-like. Her pulse slowed down to nearly nothing and her skin turned cold, just from touching my sword. If she touches the Trident, she could die. Hells, even those who are not object readers have died from touching the Trident. Poseidon's magic is fickle and deadly."

"Offer me an option, then," Conlan shouted. "Offer me an option that helps us understand this. Dr. McDermott just told us-"

"I'm in the room," Keely shouted back at him, pulling herself to her feet. "I am in the room. Quit talking about me like I'm not, you bunch of . . . of . . . royal cavemen."

Silence. All three of them stared at Keely in shock, as if they'd forgotten she was there. Justice was torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to toss her shapely ass over his shoulder and get her far, far away.

"That's better," she said, no longer shouting, but not exactly calm, either. "For your information, I'll touch whatever object I want, but I'm not suicidal. I do have a suggested option, if any of you pigheaded brothers are ready to listen."

"We're all ears," Ven drawled.

"The Trident. Does it rest in a case of some sort? In the past, when an object held emotional memories that were too violent for me to comfortably handle, I'd touch its case or container, or even the dirt or rock where it had been found."

"That's kind of brilliant. No wonder you're the famous archaeologist," Ven said.

"No," Justice said. "It's still too dangerous."

"That's perfect," Conlan said. "The Trident rests on a silken cushion in the Temple. Without Alaric here to bring it to us, I suggest we go to it."

You see? They ignore you. They treat you as if you are nothing, and they will put our woman in jeopardy. We must take action, the Nereid whispered inside Justice's mind.

Action was good. Slowly, saying nothing, Justice unsheathed his sword. The unmistakable hiss of steel released from leather sang through the air, which immediately dropped several degrees in temperature.

"Keely," he said, stalking toward her with the sword pointed in the general direction of his brothers, "is not going to Poseidon's Temple. We will not allow her to take that risk."

Unfortunately, however, he made the tactical mistake of looking into Keely's bright green eyes. The warm understanding and determination he saw there almost buckled his knees. Even the Nereid fell silent inside his head.

Keely placed her hand on his arm. "If there is any chance that it can help you-both of you-I'll take that risk," she said softly. "I don't really understand it, but you've become pretty important to me in a very short period of time. There aren't many people who are important to me, Justice. Please don't ask me to be a coward when a little bit of my courage might mean an awful lot to you."

He was undone. He, who had conquered thousands of enemies and survived countless bloody battles, was shattered by the gentle words of a human. She wanted to risk herself for him.

He couldn't help himself, and the fact that Conlan and Ven were in the room be damned. He caught her with his free arm and pulled her close, then pressed a brief, hard kiss to her mouth, only forcing himself to stop when the soft warmth of her body nearly caused him to forget the danger they faced.

"You honor me beyond words, mi amara, but I must forbid it." He gently pushed her behind him, faced Conlan and Ven, and raised his sword a little. "Defy me in this, and brother will be forced to battle brother in this room."

Conlan's face hardened. "I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this." He nodded once, sharply, and a narrow ribbon of glowing blue-green energy sliced through the room from behind Keely.

Before Justice could move, the energy encircled him, trapping him. Fury smashed through him, and he called on the Nereid for help to escape the trap, but Conlan and Ven raised their arms and added their own strength to whoever had sent the first attack.

He was bound, unable even to speak, though he struggled furiously and called on both Atlantean and Nereid power. The Nereid shrieked its defiance inside his brain, but could do nothing against the combined onslaught.

"What are you doing? Are you hurting him? Stop it!" Keely shouted. "Stop it! I'll do whatever you want; just let him go. Can't you see he's having a tough enough time controlling the Nereid side of himself without you betraying him like this?"

Regret washed over Ven's features, and for an instant Justice understood what they were doing to him and why. Then rage seared understanding to bitter ashes and he shuddered under the force of returning madness.

"If we let him go, he won't let you help us. You heard him, Keely," Ven said.

"If you don't let him go, I will never read one damn object for you. Ever. Do you understand me? Never," she shouted, tears running down her cheeks. Then she turned to face Justice. "Listen to me, please. I can do this. I can safely touch the cushion, or I never would have suggested it. But I need you sane, so you can hold my hand while I do it. Please, Justice. I need you."

Justice was shocked back to reason by the sight of her tears. She cried for him.

She needed him.

Abruptly, he stopped struggling. He instantly could speak again, as if the magic holding him recognized his acceptance.

"We won't fight you if you can promise that all precautions will be taken to keep her safe," he said to Conlan.

Conlan nodded and lowered his arms, releasing the bonds of power. Beside him, Ven did the same. Finally, Christophe materialized in the corner of the room and the magic he'd been directing at Justice faded. Some dark part of Justice was bitterly pleased to see the stark white pallor of Christophe's features. Holding him had not been so easy, then, even with three of them.

He sheathed his sword and then opened his arms, barely daring to hope. But Keely only hesitated for a moment before she walked into his embrace, put her arms around his waist, and buried her tearstained face in his chest. He held her as close as a whisper of breath, as gently as a cherished hope.

She was both breath and hope to him.

"We will allow it, then," he told Conlan and Ven. "We will go to the Temple, and you will discover the truth of her visions. Then we will leave Atlantis, and you will never bother us again."

"You're our family," Ven said, the anguish plain in his voice, but Justice hardened his heart against it.

"We were never your family. You've proved it again this day. And you should be warned: if ever you try to trap us again, we will not be caught so easily. Both Atlantean and Nereid souls swear this to you."

Ven started to speak again, but Conlan cut him off with a gesture.

"To the Temple, then," Conlan said tiredly. "One crisis at a time."

Chapter 27.

Poseidon's Temple, Atlantis Keely couldn't speak. She was, literally, stunned speechless by the sight of her surroundings. The outside of the Temple had been awe-inspiring enough, with its polished marble and gold and copper inlay. But this . . . this was beyond an archaeologist's wildest dreams of avarice.

They'd walked by room after room filled with historical treasures; one room was piled floor to ceiling with objects made of shining gold and encrusted with gems. Offerings to Poseidon from centuries past, Justice had told her. The "old stuff" was in arena-sized rooms below, he'd said.

The "old stuff." Her throat seized up at the thought of it. Another room was stacked, wall-to-wall, with ancient-looking leather trunks filled with what she imagined must be amazing things.

Room after room filled with statues and paintings that had to be thousands of years old. The corridor they were traveling was lined with the most magnificent artwork she'd ever seen. A friend of hers who was a museum curator would be having cardiac arrest right about now.

A library as big as the Ohio State football stadium. As they'd passed the entryway and her eyes had widened at the sight of hundreds of robed men and women working at long tables, Justice had casually murmured something about restoration work on the rescued scrolls from Alexandria.

Alexandria.

Rescued scrolls.

From Alexandria.

She'd almost fainted on the spot. Luckily, she was made of tougher stock, and she'd only suffered temporary light- headedness.

Because, you know, they were only scrolls. Rescued from Alexandria. Only quite possibly the greatest archaeological find of lost historical documents since . . . well, ever.

Her stomach fluttered again, and she forced her mind away from the scrolls and the art and the "old stuff" to concentrate on the task before her. She also needed to focus on not tripping over her own feet, as Justice dragged her by the hand down the extremely long corridor, following Conlan and Ven at a pace designed for long Atlantean legs, evidently.

"Hey! I do work out. I even run, but you're annoying me with this forced march. Can I catch my breath a little?"

Justice slowed but didn't stop and didn't even look at her. His profile was grim, his features hard as the statues they kept passing. In fact, there was a certain similarity. The proud, nearly arrogant expression. The elegant nose and cheekbones.

"So are these all statues of Atlanteans?"

He stopped so abruptly that she ran into his back, face-first.

"Hey! A little warning next time?"

He whirled around and glared down at her. "You're on your way to risk your life, and you want us to discuss statues with you?"

She caught her breath at the fiercely glowing blue-green flames in the centers of his black pupils. Even though clearly both of him-or them, or however that plural might be constructed-were present and accounted for, he didn't intimidate her anymore.

"Scientist here. Curious, okay? Occupational hazard."