Very soon, one of his men came in.

“Take the ship back to Atlantis,” he said.

The man nodded courteously. “Yes, sir!”

Then, he stalked out of the cabin.

After the door closed, Christopher Lancelot shifted his gaze to Xyla Quest’s face again.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. His eyes were rimmed with red.

Methodically, he blew the smoke into the cool air and turned away from Xyla, trying all his might to hold back his tears.

Mixed feelings flooded Xyla’s heart as she looked at