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- Author: Kresley Cole
- Language: English
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Tomb of the Incubi, the jungles of Guatemala
Day 3 of the Talisman’s Hie
Prize: Four Mayan sacrificial headdresses, each worth seven points
“Stalking me, Mr. MacRieve?” Mariketa the Awaited asked the Lykae
behind her without turning around. In the dark of a corridor leading to a
burial chamber, Bowen MacRieve had been following her silently. But she’d
felt him staring at her—just as she had at the Talisman’s Hie assembly three
“No’ likely, witch.” How could such a rumbling Scots’ burr sound so
menacing? “I only stalk what I want to catch.”
Mari did turn to slant him a glance at that, even knowing he couldn’t see
her face under the hood of the scarlet cloak she always wore. But by the light
of her lantern hanging over her shoulder, she could see his, and used the
cover to disguise her long, appreciative look.
She inwardly sighed. Lykae males were notoriously good-looking, and the
few she’d seen had lived up to their reputation, but this one was heartpoundingly sexy.
He had black hair, stick straight and thick, reaching to the collar of his
obviously expensive shirt. His body—which she’d found herself thinking
about frequently over the past few days—was sublime. He stood a good bit
over six feet tall, and though the corridor was wide enough for two normalsize people to pass, his broad shoulders and big, rangy build filled the space.
But even with all his many attractions, his eyes were what made him so
unique. They were the color of rich, warm amber, and yet there was a kind of
sinister light to them, which she liked.
She was a little sinister, too.
“Look your fill?” he asked, his tone scathing. Yes, he was sexy, but
unfortunately, his dislike of witches was well known.
“I’m done with you,” she answered, and meant it. She didn’t have time to
pine after brusque werewolf warriors if she planned to be the first of her kind
ever to win the Hie, an immortal scavenger hunt à la The Amazing Race.
With an inward shrug, she continued on toward yet another burial chamber.
This was the tenth she’d investigated over the hours she and several other
competitors had been down deep inside this never-ending Mayan tomb.
She might have surprised him with her curt dismissal because a moment
passed before he followed her. The only sounds in the echoing space were his
heavy footfalls, which he no longer bothered to muffle. The silence between
them was grueling.
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