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

priceless jewels!’
    ‘I thought they were when I paid for them!’
    With a husky ripple of laughter Fran eased in close to Torr, slipping her hand into the back pocket of his jeans.
    ‘Anyway, as I explained earlier,’ she said, ‘writer's don't lay—tiles.’
    There was a suggestive lilt to her voice and her eyes had taken on a sultry virescent glow. But her gaze was on Gould, not Torr. Oddly, Georgina found she was satisfied to have it so.
    Aware of Gould at her side suddenly rocking back on his heels, she wanted to gauge his facial reaction too, but her attention was firmly snagged by the hooded green eyes of her sister's fiancé. She'd seen Fran squeeze his temptingly taut butt before she'd moved in close enough to block the view and start flirting suggestively with Gould. Georgina had always imagined the man Fran decided to marry would command all her attention, would curb her need to enslave every male in the room with her golden vivacity.
    Why would Fran look at any other man when she could lose herself in the jungle green depths of Torr Montgomery's eyes, know the touch of his strong capable hands, the satisfying closeness of his honed warrior's body? Why would she—?
    A long time ago in another place, another time I knew you both. Even then I took her first, but it was you I loved, Golden One.
    Georgina felt her eyes widen, felt panic grip her heart. For just a moment those green eyes glowed with an anger that seemed—ancient. Then the glow faded to be replaced by something she could only call disconcertion. His eyelids drooped and the connection snapped. She felt it as a physical severance, as if in one moment a fine electrical wire had joined them and in the next it had been cut clean through.
    ‘I'll go and serve dinner,’ she said, edging away.
    Running. Always you run from me.
    Voices in her head? Or was Torr Montgomery playing some sort of cruel mind game with her? What the hell was going on?
    With Merryn's help the food was quickly arranged on the irregularly shaped swamp kauri table in large pottery serving dishes. Gould lit the candles in the silver candelabra in the center of the table and in the two matching bronze floor stands in the corners of the room. With the fairy lights switched on in the patio garden beyond the glass doors the dining room, three steps down from the lounge, assumed the ambience of a magical cave.
    ‘George, where did you get this table?’ Fran asked, her voice almost breathless with wonder, her fingers caressing the glass-smooth resin surface. ‘That rose looks real!’
    ‘It is,’ Georgina said quietly, standing for a moment in contemplation of the perfect yellow rose suspended in the clear resin filling a natural hole near the center of the slab. ‘A guy up at Kerikeri makes them to order. I love the natural shape. He puts all sorts of things into them. I just wanted a yellow rose.’
    ‘Why a yellow rose?’
    Trust Fran to know it was important. Fortunately she'd long ago worked out her answer, for almost everyone asked that question.
    ‘It's vibrant and cheerful. Yellow roses are just that little bit rarer than red or pink and I'm not a red or pink person.’
    Fran cocked her head on one side and peered at her sister across the table, then she pulled out her chair and said with a laugh, ‘And ain't that the truth! Yellow roses are definitely you. Me? The redder the better.’
    In the general laughter that followed Georgina heard the voice in her head again.
    In the language of flowers a yellow rose speaks of infidelity or secrets. What's your secret, Golden One?
    Fire scorched her cheeks. Georgina jerked her head up and found Torr's eyes, viridescent in the candlelight, fixed on her. She hadn't known that. How had he?
    From the gardener at the Dower House.
    He hadn't spoken because Gould was now explaining to the group at large about some of the things they'd seen embedded in other tables from the same craftsman. Fire burned low in her belly now. Was it anger