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

shining.
    She was as much of an adventure freak as Gould, Georgina thought.
    ‘Most likely,’ she agreed, suddenly uncomfortably aware he rarely discussed his current projects with her. ‘He also owns a small plane, a Cessna, and it's housed out there, so he's probably put in a couple of hours flying as well.’
    ‘Great! Maybe he can give us a sight-seeing trip. Can he take passengers?’
    Georgina nodded and led the way into the house, Katja trotting close at her heels. ‘He'll be delighted. Any excuse to get off the ground.’
    Often she wondered what it was that drew Gould to her whose idea of adventure was a brisk walk around the lake with Katja. Now was not a good time to think about that, or the lazy dark flame that burned in his eyes when she'd asked him. Several times lately, she'd caught herself wondering what she and Gould would have if they weren't so well-matched in bed.
    ‘Wow, George! The photos you sent don't do it justice,’ Fran marveled, as they emerged into a slate tiled foyer with a waterfall cascading down a natural rock wall facing the front entrance. Wide slate steps led down to the living area on the left and another flight of polished dark wood disappeared upwards to the right. Ferns grew round a tiny stone pool at the foot of the cascade and the whole was naturally lit through arched windows above the solid wood front door.
    Georgina smiled at Fran's enthusiasm.
    ‘Case should've been an architect. I left the planning to him so long as he used stone and wood and this is what he delivered. I love it.’
    Her hand dropped to Katja's head.
    ‘I always wondered what attracted Merryn to him,’ Fran commented, dabbling her fingers in the cool water. ‘All I could ever see were tats and leather and chains! Looked like jail-bait to me.’
    Georgina sighed. That was a pretty fair description of the image their brother-in-law liked to portray to the world.
    ‘He's a fraud.’
    ‘He must be. My image certainly doesn't tie in with what Merryn tells me they're doing these days,’ Fran rejoined warmly. ‘I'm dying to see the crystal shop. And wee Jordie. How is he?’
    ‘He's coming along fine. The operations on his foot are completed now. He's—fine.’ Georgina swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat at the thought of their brave little nephew who'd been born with a club foot. ‘They're all coming to dinner tonight. Your room's upstairs.’
    ‘Great! Over-looking the lake, I hope?’
    ‘Of course!’ Georgina grinned at her sister as she danced past up the stairs, then called after her, ‘You're supposed to be suffering from jet-lag.’
    ‘We travelled first class so I slept quite well. I feel great,’ Fran called back.
    Glancing back to see if Torr was following, Georgina was glad of the solid balustrade at her back. Loose limbed, he stood framed against the golden teakwood front door with the luggage at his feet. His gaze was fixed on the carved stone dragon poised at the top of the rock wall. Water flowing from its mouth reflected a rainbow light-dance from crystal prisms in the high window. Georgina found herself standing just so every time she entered the house. The brilliance of sun-kissed water bringing life to the soft natural colors of the rock washed all the dross of the day from her soul.
    But it was more than her recognition of Torr's moment of connection with her home. For a second in time she saw his aura as clearly as she might see her own reflection in a mirror. Merryn saw everyone's auras. Both Fran and her mother claimed to have seen auras from time to time.
    Georgina had never seen an aura in her life, had trouble believing they existed, and no desire to begin seeing them now! Jolting forward as if the balustrade had suddenly become electrified, she dashed up the stairs after her sister. The sooner she showed them where they were sleeping and could get downstairs to pour herself something alcoholic the better.
    ‘George, it's wonderful!’ Fran called from the