Jessica Andersen - Dawnkeepers

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Though a Nightkeeper, Nate Blackhawk refuses to allow others to control his fate. The gods have even tried to influence his love life, sending him visions of Alexis Gray, a sleek blonde who is everything he’s ever wanted in a woman.
The two warriors can’t deny their attraction. But a frightening vision leads Nate to distance himself in spite of the intense passion he feels. Thrown together once more, they must reassemble seven Mayan artifacts that hold the key to preventing the end of the world…

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Forcing herself to scoot to the edge of the throne, she dropped her legs into the rising water, wincing at the clammy chill. To her surprise, Nate stood on the ledge and moved between her knees, setting the flashlight and pony bottles aside so he could bracket her with his arms braced on the edge of the throne, one on either side of her. He was cold and wet, but his eyes were steady and kind, which sent a ripple of nerves through her, straight to her core, because Nate could be many things, but he was rarely kind.

If he was being sweet, he thought they were in deep shit.

“No mushy stuff,” she said, ducking under his arm and dropping down into the water, dragging the knapsack behind her. “Let’s get going.”

It wasn’t until he’d nodded and passed her one of the pony bottles, and they were both sinking down in the water and heading for the right-hand tunnel with Nate holding the flashlight and leading the way, that she realized she’d done it again, done exactly what she’d just been telling herself she needed to avoid. She’d hidden a moment of emotion behind necessity, behind practicality. No wonder Nate didn’t want to be around her anymore. She treated him like a convenience. Or was that yet another way for her to convince herself there was a chance for the two of them? she wondered as she kicked after him. How many rejections would it take her to figure out that it just wasn’t happening for them?

Maybe at least one more , came the answer from deep inside her. Then Nate was passing into the mouth of the tunnel and she wasn’t thinking about anything except the chill that gripped her as she followed and the rock walls closed in on her. They were ridged, natural and uncarved, like the tunnel that had led into the rectangular gallery, only narrower, closing in to within a foot of her on either side, meaning she had to cut down on her kicking strokes or risk banging rock. Up ahead she could see Nate reaching out and touching the walls, feeling his way along, partly to propel himself, partly to check for whatever had earned the death glyph on the map.

Nerves growing by the moment, she took too many puffs off the pony bottle and the world started to spin. She made herself slow down, calm down. There had been no sign of danger. Maybe the glyph had been a metaphor.

Nate swam on, breathing regularly from his pony bottle, though the bubble stream was growing thinner with each breath. Alexis had a feeling her bottle was running low, as well.

Then Nate stopped dead, tensing. After a moment he looked back at her and shook his head, then waved her onward and started swimming, moving fast now, tossing his empty pony bottle as he went.

When she passed the spot where he’d stopped, her stomach knotted on a hard surge of disappointment at the sight of a narrow groove that cut all the way around the tunnel. It wasn’t the channel that was bad news, though; it was the sight of the stone blade that had moved along the track to bury itself in the tunnel floor, and the silt-shadow of old bones beneath.

The good news was that Nate hadn’t triggered the trap. The bad news was that they weren’t the first to swim the tunnel.

Worse, when she took her next hit of air, she got almost nothing from the canister. Sucking hard, she took what she could, and kicked along after Nate, following the dimming flashlight beam.

They passed two more blade traps; both were triggered, though neither held bones. She cared less for them, though, than the building desperation as her lungs tightened with the need to breathe. Heart pounding, she started kicking harder as panic gathered. Then something grabbed her from the side and she nearly screamed out the last of her air. She didn’t, though, and she struggled only momentarily before she forced herself to be still, knowing it was Nate.

A look showed that he was in a wider tunnel leading off the one they’d been in. The walls of the new tunnel were curved, lined with stone tiles that might have been carved and painted at one point in the past, but had been worn smooth and featureless by centuries—maybe millennia—of moving water.

Magic crinkled across her skin, indicating that he’d unsealed the passageway. That was all she had time to notice, though, because he grabbed her hand and started kicking. She swam beside him, so they were linked and moving together, neither one leaving the other behind. Then, blessedly, she saw a shimmer up ahead, as the weakening flashlight beam bounced off an interface where water gave way to air.

Shouting a stream of bubbles, she and Nate kicked for the pocket, breaking the surface together and inhaling, gasping, choking on air gone foul with time and lack of good circulation. They clung to each other for a moment, just held on as relief crested and ebbed, and she began to believe they weren’t dead. Not yet, anyway.

Unfortunately, that was the sum total of the good news, she saw as soon as Nate lifted the flashlight and panned the space they’d come to.

A set of stairs rose up from the water, four or five treads leading to a raised platform. The sides of the dais were carved with Mayan figures, not acting out scenes of battle or sport this time, but rather scenes of study, with men and women bent over codices and stretching up to work on carved stelae. At the top and bottom of each panel ran a repeating motif, a glyph of a hand holding a parrot-feather quill. It was the same mark Jade wore on her forearm: the scribe’s mark, the mark of a librarian and spell caster. Which was the good news.

The bad news was that the platform looked empty from their vantage point.

“Gods damn it,” Nate said. “Someone beat us here.”

Alexis felt his frustration echo, felt her own rise to match. “Iago, maybe?”

“That’d explain why he’s so much more advanced than we are.” His voice was hollow and disgusted. Discouraged. Paddling to the start of the stairs, he climbed out of the water, then reached a hand back to help her up. “Come on. Let’s see if the bastard left us anything.”

Left unspoken was the other question, equally important if not more so: Let’s see if there’s a way out.

When they reached the top of the staircase, though, Nate muttered a low curse. The space had been stripped clean; hell, it even looked like Iago—assuming it’d been him—had swept on his way out.

There was no evidence of a doorway, either. The walls were seamless painted murals on three sides, with the fourth open to the water, but no matter how hard they pressed or whispered the “pasaj och” spell, no secret passages revealed themselves.

“It’s a dead end,” Alexis said finally, trying hard not to let her voice shake.

“In more ways than one,” Nate said, his eyes hard with anger. “Gods damn it. I’m sick of being two steps behind these bastards.” He spun away and paced the edge of the platform, wheezing a little as the air in the closed-off space started to thin.

Legs giving out under the weight of the fear she’d held off for as long as she was able, Alexis leaned back against the painted wall and slid down until she was sitting on the cool stone floor with her knees to her chest, her body curled up in a protective ball. She wanted to ask what they were going to do next, but didn’t because she figured his answer would be the same as hers: I don’t know.

“We could probably make it back to the other chamber on a single breath if we swim fast,” she said.

But Nate shook his head. “For all we know, the chamber could be full up by now. At least here it doesn’t look like the water’s rising. We should—” He broke off, freezing midpace. “The chamber could be full up,” he repeated.

“Yes. And?”

“Where’s the pressure going?”

“The—Oh, right,” she said, remembering what little she knew of fluid dynamics, most’ve which had come from hanging out at the marina. “The incoming water is displacing air, which has to be going somewhere, or the water would stop flowing into the chamber because of back pressure.” She thought for a moment, then shook her head. “You’re right that there’s got to be an outflow. But we’re way bigger than air molecules. Nothing says we’d be able to get through.”

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