Atlantis Unmasked by Alyssa Day Read Free Book Online

and two pairs of shuriken , made of Atlantean metal instead of the customary silver of Japanese throwing stars, sliced through the air and found their marks, dead center in the foreheads and hearts of each of the two shifters. Momentum carried the shifters forward a few more steps before they dropped.
    But by then Alexios had already turned to scan the area and see where the next threat would be coming from. Lucas was caught up in battle with two more of the attackers at the edge of the water, fangs and claws slicing, tearing, and rending. Alexios took off toward them, but some instinct tickled at the edge of his consciousness and, acting purely on instinct, he knelt and drove his daggers straight behind him and up, catching another one of the wolf shifters under its neck on its downward leap. It howled as it died, and the eerie sound shivered ice down Alexios’s spine.
    He didn’t have time for shivers, though. He sprang back up and headed for Lucas again, but by the time he’d reached his friend, the two attackers lay on the ground, dying or dead.
    Brennan flashed toward them, scanning the edges of the trees for any further attackers. “I had thought there were more of them, but perhaps they fled.”
    Alexios shook his head. “I doubt it. They’re too intent on this attack, no matter the cost. I’d really like to know what was behind it.”
    Lucas snarled, the blood dripping from his muzzle underscoring the feral sound.
    â€œI hate wolf shifters nearly as much as cat shifters—no offense, Lucas,” Christophe said, walking toward them. “I still can’t believe Bastien is going to wed a kitty cat. Wonder if they’ll need a litter box? Oh, and you might want to duck.”
    Brennan and Alexios hit the ground simultaneously as if choreographed; centuries of fighting together had taught them that hesitation often proved fatal. Lucas snarled again, but crouched low.
    Alexios had barely caught sight of the four remaining shifters, lurking at the edge of the tree line, when Christophe’s razor-sharp blades of ice arrowed through the air and sliced through their necks.
    The Atlantean power over water could be quite deadly when wielded by an expert. Too bad it had to be Christophe.
    â€œThat’s four at once,” Christophe said smugly. “The ale is quite definitely on you three.”
    â€œAre there any more of them, Lucas?” Alexios knew the shifter’s keen sense of smell would discover any remaining attackers.
    Lucas’s heavy head lifted as he scented the air. Then he slowly shook his head back and forth, taking a few steps away. The shimmer of the Change hung in the air for a few moments while Lucas returned to human form. The Change had healed the worst measure of his wounds, but what remained showed how badly he’d been hurt in the fight.
    Alexios bent to clean his daggers in the rushing waters of the river, then dried and resheathed them, not trusting himself to talk just yet.
    Lucas evidently didn’t have that problem. “Private meeting. Private. I don’t quite see how bringing your goons along fulfilled that request,” he snarled.
    â€œGoons? Did he just call us goons, Brennan?” Christophe asked. “Listen, doggie boy, I can show you goons —”
    Alexios sliced a hand through the air, cutting him off. Turned back to Lucas. “Are you freaking kidding me? Did you set me up? What in the nine hells was this?”
    Lucas’s rage and the shimmer of the incipient Change hung in the air for a moment, but then the shifter visibly forced himself to calm down. “Set you up? Set you up? I called you here to ask for help. Which, as you might guess, wasn’t easy for me to do in the first place. Do you really know me so little that you think I would set you up? I was going to ask you to stand as second pack-father to my sons, you damn fool.”
    Brennan bowed, elegant as always. “Congratulations