Free The Lost Chalice (The Relic Seekers Book 3) by Anita Clenney

much in the public eye to have been in a witness protection program. But he did have enemies. He had one of the greatest collections in the world. Thieves and other collectors would have stolen or killed to get their hands on it. And who’s the one person who we know killed to obtain collections?”
    “The Reaper.”
    “The Reaper. My guess is that he killed your father like he killed Brandi and Thomas’s parents.”
    “My father’s collection was astounding.”
    Kendall stilled. “You remember it?”
    Nathan look rattled for a moment. “I think I saw it because I was touching your hand.”
    “I don’t think so. I saw your eyes. You were remembering. What other glimpses do you get?”
    “You, as a girl. And places that I don’t remember visiting. I’ve traveled to some of them, hoping I would find answers, but it’s like having pieces of two different puzzles floating around in my head.”
    “What kind of places?”
    “The pyramids in Egypt.”
    “We were there,” Kendall said. “A lot.”
    “I spent three months in Peru. I’m not sure why. The place drew me.”
    “We were there too, Nathan.” She turned over her hand and showed him a small scar on her palm. “I got this there.”
    He brushed his fingers over the small, jagged line. “You were climbing a tree and fell.”
    “That’s right.” Adam had hurried over, laughing, because the fall hadn’t been far and she’d landed with her butt in the air. He was the one who’d put antibacterial cream on the cut so it wouldn’t get infected, and then bandaged it in a way so that her father wouldn’t notice it and get upset. He’d told her not to climb that tree. “Face it, Nathan. You’re Adam.”
    Please be Adam.
    He nodded toward their joined hands. “It’ll take more than some memories that may not even be mine to convince me.” He dropped her hand. “If we don’t get out of here, it won’t matter who I am.”
    He was still afraid, she thought. “How? We’re in a room without a door.” Nathan rubbed his chin and Kendall could see him thinking. “You look like you have an idea.”
    “Maybe we didn’t travel through a portal. Remember how we went from the tunnel in the abbey to . . . uh . . .”
    “Camelot?”
    “Yeah, Camelot, and then we came back to the tunnel. I don’t think that was a portal. I think you transported us there and back. If we can figure out how it happened, maybe you can do it again.”
    “I don’t know how I did it. I saw the black knight riding toward us, or his ghost. I grabbed you and Jake, and I think the knight went . . . through us, and we ended up in Camelot with the real black knight, like Alice down the rabbit hole. We could have died there if that knight had gotten hold of us.”
    “He didn’t.”
    “Because you scared his horse out from under him. You have to admit, that was cool. Terrifying, but cool.”
    “His horse recognized another creature,” Nathan said.
    “It recognized something stronger. Did the knight say anything to you?”
    “No. He just looked at my cross and backed away.”
    “He bowed first,” Kendall said. “I wonder why.”
    “Probably thought I was one of the Protettori. We got back to the tunnel by thinking about it. What if we try thinking about the fountain? Maybe we’ll go back there.”
    “It can’t hurt. We need to get back to the temple for Raphael’s water anyway. How did we do it? We were sitting down, holding hands, I think.”
    They did it like they had before, sitting cross-legged, facing each other. Nathan reached for her hands. His were warm and strong.
    “What if we get separated?” she asked. She had lost Adam once. She wasn’t going to risk losing him again. She’d rather stay here and find another way out.
    “I’ll hold on to you,” he said, holding her hands tight. “I won’t let go.”
    A rush of tears stung her eyes as she realized this was Adam sitting across from her, vowing to protect her, just as he had when they were kids.