Triple Temptation
"Be still, Rhea," Kai ordered, his voice firm, although his hand trembled slightly as he pressed the warm, sleek stone to her skin. He crouched before her, his eyes locked on the primitive rune etched into the obsidian. The Cradle of Ancients was a place of raw power, a cavern of sparkling crystals that hummed with energy. A stream of glowing, moon-like liquid flowed down the center of the room. Rhea sat on a crystal slab, the chill of the stone seeping into her marrow. Her body was a wreck, depleted by her recent heat and the tension of the broken bonds.