Crystal Warrior: Through All Eternity (Atlantean Crystal Saga Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

never forget the terrible sense of being out of control, as if he'd created the situation from the emotion within himself.
    Out of control.
    The passenger side of the car had slammed into the outer wall of the track and Justin had died instantly. He himself now had plates in both lower legs that ached damnably in the cold. Or if his temper rose in the dangerously unpredictable way he'd learnt at such cost to master.
    Georgina introduced Gould to Fran. Torr found himself watching with a clinical detachment as Barrington fell under Fran's spell. No man introduced to Fran Hackville failed to respond to her radiant vivacity. He waited for the reaction he should feel at the sight of another man's hands on his woman. To his consternation he was more disturbed by the way Georgina slipped her hand into the crook of Barrington's elbow and clung to him as if he were her rock in stormy waters.
    That was a role he knew should be his. What a hell of a mess. He was angry when he had no right to be, coldly detached when he should've been at least mildly heated and had voices in his head saying things he couldn't possibly know! By the time he came to shake Barrington's hand his tension manifested in a sudden hard grip which brought a momentary start of surprise to the writer's intense blue eyes and a grim sense of satisfaction to himself.
     
    It was rare for Gould to have to look up at anyone. For a brief second Georgina had the sensation of two warriors, harshly beautiful in bronze helmets and leather war kilts, facing one another across an ancient black and white tiled arena. She drew in a ragged breath to dispel the strange phantasm. A jolt had gone through Gould and she'd seen darts of light like emerald sword-thrusts from Torr's eyes. The energy bristling about them was the same as that around two dogs meeting in the street, or stags in the wilderness. Perhaps she should start writing this stuff down. It sounded more like something she'd read in a fantasy novel than thoughts she'd find in her own head!
    Realizing she was clinging to Gould's arm as if dependent on him for her very life force, she withdrew her hand and stepped back a little. Striving for a normal tone of voice, she said, ‘Torr's just finished tiling the bathroom in the Dower House. Fran says it looks superb.’
    Gould's jaw clenched as he retrieved his hand from Torr's grip and rammed both fists into his pockets. Maybe that wasn't a good choice of topic to try and get the men talking to one another—and maybe she should just step out of the arena and let the two of them sort it in their own way.
    As we've done many times before.
    The stillness following the echo of the words in her head seemed to last an age though in reality it was a mere breath. Emerald eyes flickered towards her and Torr’s nostrils flared slightly. Then his glance settled back on Gould and he said evenly, ‘It's not something I'd want to do for a living.’
    A brief smile softened Gould's terse lips.
    ‘You won't find me arguing with that. Actually I've been thinking,’ he said, turning to look directly at Georgina, ‘maybe we should get a tradesman in to lay them. I don't understand why you're so set on doing it yourself.’
    ‘I just thought it'd be fun for us to do it together—like we did the garden,’ Georgina was startled into blurting. They were spending less and less time together these days and it had begun to worry her. But this was the first he'd indicated he wasn't happy about them doing the job themselves.
    ‘Uh-uh,’ Torr said, a sudden wry grin softening the harsh lines of his face, ‘that's domestic' material. Fran wasn't allowed near the job until I'd finished and all she had to do was admire my handiwork. Much less painful.’
    Fran grinned wickedly up at him.
    ‘That was after I'd created mayhem trying to—distract you and knocked a box of expensive figured tiles into the bath and damaged about half of them. The way you roared at me you'd have thought they were