come, so she closed her dry mouth and shrugged.
âIâm sorry.â He stepped inside and closed the door, compassion clear in his eyes as he studied her. âYou must have been very young.â
âSeventeen. Old enough to know better.â
âArenât you being a bit hard on yourself? Seventeen is youngâeven by human standards. And youâre Sidhe. Youâre not even a century old yet.â
âIâm half human. Besides, do I look like a kid to you?â
The look he gave her in return was thoroughly maleâand thoroughly approving. âNo, thank Cachamwri.â
Not sure how she felt about the warmth in his gaze, Nineva turned and pretended to study their surroundings. Her brows flew upward as it all sank in. âWow.â
They were standing in a grand marble foyer with a ceiling that soared three stories overhead. More marble shone underfoot in alternating black and white tiles, and immense columns stood like gleaming white trees, their tops supporting the ceilingâs gilded buttresses.
But what drew her attention was the bronze statue that occupied the center of the atrium. Nineva moved toward it and stopped to stare.
A bearded, long-haired man in crude leather armor knelt before a slender, robed youth and a delicate girl. The contrast between the warriorâs massive strength and the coupleâs slender elegance was striking. So was the awe in the manâs expression as he reached a big, scarred hand for the goblet the boy offered to him.
Nineva moved around for a better look at the coupleâand gasped. Instead of the bronze eyes sheâd expected, their eye sockets were filled with swirls of magic, vast and infinite and glowing. It was hypnotic, like looking into endless space.
âWho are they?â Her voice emerged as a strangled whisper.
âArthur, Merlin, and Nimue.â
She turned to blink at him, astonished. In Arthurian legend, Nimue had been Merlinâs witch lover who had imprisoned him in a crystal cave. âI thought Merlin was supposed to be an old guy with a beard.â
Kel snorted. âThe legends got it wrongâalong with about ninety-nine percent of everything else.â
She realized the cup they held was glowing. âWhatâs that supposed to beâthe Holy Grail?â
âI wouldnât exactly call it âholy.â It wasnât the Cup of Christâthatâs another thing the legends got wrong.â
Nineva dragged her attention away from the cup to study his face. âSo what was it?â
âDamned if I know.â
She found herself grinning at his cheerful tone. âYouâre a big help.â
âI try.â He flashed her a teasing male grin. âI can tell you what it did, though.â
Heâs flirting with me. âAnd what was that?â
âIt altered the genetic structure of everyone who earned the right to drink from it.â
Ninevaâs jaw dropped. âIn 500 A.D. ?â
He shrugged. âMerlin wasnât exactly a sixth-century man.â
âWhat the hell was he, then? Sidhe?â
âNope. Youâre close, though. He and Nimue were aliens from somewhere in the Mageverse.â
She recoiled. âThey were Dark Ones?â
âDifferent aliens. He and Nimue were members of a race called the Faeâ¦â
âIsnât that another word for Sidhe?â
âThe Celts got confused.â He shrugged. âTwo races of magical people. They got âem mixed up.â
âI sympathize.â Nineva was more than a little confused herself. âSo why did Merlin and Nimue come to Earth?â
Kel turned and studied the statue, hesitating as if searching for the right words. Finally he said, âThe Fae had seen a lot of intelligent races commit mass suicide. Seems humanity doesnât have a patent on stupidity. War, self-inflicted environmental disasters, bioengineered diseaseâthere are lots of ways for a