The pair had been talking with their son, Rafe, but now walked toward the sculpture sitting in the center of the conference table. Jordana and Corinne, Nathan and Hunter, all joined them near the piece.
Tess’s smile was wistful as she looked at Sleeping Endymion, then back to her dark-haired warrior mate. “Twenty years ago, we met in the art museum, in front of this very sculpture. Do you remember?”
Dante grunted, his mouth quirking with private humor. “I remember it was the second time we met. The first time, I greeted you with my fangs in your throat and you, in turn, stuck a syringe full of animal tranquilizer in me. Well deserved, I might add.”
Tess laughed. “Not exactly a Hallmark moment, was it?”
Dante shook his head. “Hearts and flowers were never my style. Fortunately, I have other gifts.”
“Oh, yes. You definitely do,” she said, wrapping her arms around him in obvious devotion.
As they all conversed and reminisced and more of the group gathered close, Gideon and his Breedmate, Savannah, came over to greet Jordana and Nathan.
The Order’s resident genius had had the good sense to make gentle but strong Savannah his mate some fifty years ago. The mocha-skinned beauty’s kindness and intellect were her abiding traits, but she also had an insatiable curiosity. One that was aided by the Breedmate’s extrasensory talent of psychometry.
She studied the sculpture for a moment, then glanced at Jordana, a fervent, impatient eagerness in her soft brown eyes. “Would it be all right … may I touch it?”
“Of course.” Jordana nodded. “We can do whatever we like with it. The sculpture—and any secrets it might contain—belongs to the Order now. You’re all my family now. Whatever I have belongs to all of us.”
And Jordana had a lot.
A vast wealth in priceless art, as it turned out. Soon after their return to Boston, Nathan and Jordana had gone to see Martin Gates. Jordana wanted the Breed male to know that she was grateful for the life he gave her as his daughter, and assured him that he would always be her family—the father who raised her.
No more secrets. No more lies.
The only unknown that remained was the terra cotta piece on the table before them.
Savannah reached out cautiously, settling her hand lightly on the sculpture. No one spoke in the long moment that followed.
Then she shook her head and withdrew her touch. “I don’t feel anything. It’s as if there’s something standing in the way of my ability. Blocking it.”
Lucan grunted, his dark brows knit in a heavy scowl. “We need to know what this sculpture means. Not only to the Order, but to the Atlanteans and the rest of the world.” He turned his sober gray gaze on Jordana. “If this contains what you suspect, we need to understand its power and either harness it or, if necessary, take steps to destroy it.”
Carys glanced at her best friend. “Do you really think there’s an Atlantean crystal in Endymion, Jordana?”
Jordana looked up at Nathan before meeting the expectant eyes of everyone gathered in the war room. “There’s one way to find out.”
Lucan gave her a resolute nod, but Nathan noticed the Order’s leader protectively pulled his Breedmate closer to him. The rest of the warriors did likewise with their women, everyone braced for whatever was about to occur.
Jordana lifted the sculpture in both hands.
With an indrawn breath and a confirming glance at Nathan, she released it.
The terra cotta hit the floor at her feet with a hard crash. It shattered into pieces.
In the center of the rubble lay a polished metal box about the size of her palm.
“Titanium,” Nikolai guessed, the blond warrior well versed in the material, having handcrafted custom bullets and blades out of the precious metal for the Order over the years.
Jordana bent down to pick up the box.
With an encouraging look from Nathan and the rest of the Order, she carefully unfastened the latch and opened the container.
A smooth, silvery crystal the size of a hen’s egg rested inside.
It was remarkable, otherworldly. A thing of cosmic power and beauty.
Just like the woman holding it.