Free Heart Of Atlantis by Alyssa Day Page A

hands into the fur on the sides of his face and pulled his shaggy head up closer to her own.
    “I have to go, fur face. I have to find out what that nut ball Ptolemy wants from me and what he’s up to. If the jewel really is what Alaric thinks it is, and it really has that much power—well, who knows how much damage it can cause. Somebody has to stop him, and I seem to be out of any other kind of job, so I guess it needs to be me.”
    Jack pulled away from her and snarled, placing one heavy paw on her leg as if to hold her down.
    “Look,” she said, almost desperately, fighting the tears threatening to close her throat and run down her face. “I can’t do this without you. I don’t
want
to do this without you. Can’t you please come back? Please be human again, just for a while?”
    She stared into his eyes, searching for any trace of his humanity, but saw nothing to reassure her. Nothing but wildness and ferocity. Maybe Alaric was right. Maybe Jack really was gone—permanently gone—and only a faint memory of their friendship kept him from mauling her or worse.
    She stopped fighting the tears. Nobody was around to see them anyway, and Jack deserved at least her tears.
    “You saved my life so many times I can’t even count that high,” she whispered. “You loved me when I didn’t deserve it. You stood by me when I took us into trouble, and battles, and worse. You even stood by me when I fell in love with an Atlantean priest who has sworn a vow of celibacy to a god.”
    He snarled again, more quietly, and gently butted her shoulder with his head.
    “I never deserved you, Jack. Not your love or your friendship. Not even your amazing ability to always have my back,” she continued, openly crying now. “I never did, and now I can never hope to. I love you, you know? Not the way you want, but I love you. If you really love me, try to come back. For me. Please.”
    She gave up at that point, since further words would be meaningless. Jack—her Jack—knew what was in her heart. Instead, she put her arms around him as best as she could and she cried into his soft, silky fur until it was soaked, while her heart shattered into tiny, tiger-shaped pieces.
    Finally she stood up and scrubbed at her eyes with her hands. “Good-bye, my friend.”
    In the most painful blow of all, he didn’t even try to stop her from leaving. He just sat there and silently watched her walk away.

Chapter 6
    The Plaza Hotel, New York City
    “Pretty fancy, isn’t it?” Ven looked around and whistled. “Whoever he is, he has money. This place doesn’t run cheap, and he’s in one of the best suites, from what you tell me of where you feel that magic.”
    Alaric shrugged. He didn’t care about money or hotels with gold and gilt fixtures. He cared about Quinn. Her life was in danger. Nothing else mattered.
    “It’s probably a private elevator to get there,” Ven said. “This could be a problem, if you want to be subtle.”
    Alaric raised an eyebrow. “Elevator? Subtle? Really? Has domestic bliss befuddled your mind?”
    Whirling around, he headed back out to the street, leapt on the edge of the fountain, and then shot straight up into the air, transforming his body into mist on the way. What did he care for subterfuge or hiding his powers from humans now? Ptolemy had announced the existence of Atlantis to the world, so what did it matter if a few New Yorkers saw Alaric as he claimed Atlantean water magic?
    Below, he saw Ven stare up at him, cursing, and then take a less dramatic approach to achieve the same end, ducking behind one of the ubiquitous yellow taxis before he, too, transformed. Alaric felt a moment’s grim amusement at the idea that practical jokester Ven had acted with more caution than he had. He soared up until he felt the source of the magic as it pulsed and pounded in front of him, coming from behind a wall of glass.
    Nice view these bad guys have
, Ven sent to him on the shared Atlantean mental pathway.
    Let them