He was gaining ground, and he was coming for her. It was in his eyes, swirling in the madness of colors that couldn’t exist. Blue, green, and silver kaleidoscoped in his eyes until she felt dizzy—almost hypnotized—and had to tear her gaze away. Still, in spite of the madness that twisted his features, there was something. Something so familiar . . . Ice shivered down her spine. This had definitely not been in the program that she’d carefully constructed in her mind in the five or six whole minutes she’d had before she’d actually stepped foot in Atlantis. She’d envisioned ruined temples, maybe a few really, really old people wandering around as caretakers. A sort of archaeological dig in progress, in other words. Instead, she’d walked into the middle of an ancient battleground come to life. Complete with magic, madness, and mayhem, not to go all alliterative or anything. One of the warriors—Vengeance—turned and yelled something at her, and Keely rocked back a step on her heels, only to realize that he wasn’t yelling at her at all.
