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He mouthed, “Tell ya later.”
The frowning Indigo was near enough for him to smell lemon shampoo. Her scent was a distraction. The whisper of her thighs rubbing together when she walked, despite khaki pants, was a distraction. Hell. Everything about the witch was a distraction. No one got under his skin, especially not some quirky female with gorgeous violet eyes and black hair which hung loose past her ass.
Behind the wall at last, he moved away from the delicious Indy.
Taposiris Magna was a large site showing years of excavation. Scattered around were remains of ancient, toppled pillars, various rectangular depressions where archaeologists had dug, stairs leading to uncovered chambers, tunnels, and mounds of dirt.
“How far beneath the surface can you see, Miller?” asked Indy.
“Not really certain, luv. I haven’t thoroughly tested that aspect of my gift.”
Roark walked to a spot where steps led down to a tunnel. “Now’s the time to try it out. Stand here to do your stuff.”
Miller pulled up alongside Roark. “I gotta get comfortable.” He slipped off his jacket, folded it, and passed it off to Galena with a wink. With deliberation, he rolled the sleeves of his silk shirt up to his elbows. “Ready.” He closed his eyes, causing a slight breeze to swirl the sand at his feet, his trouser legs ruffling and his expensive shoes dusted.
Roark folded his arms across his chest, bored watching Miller work his magic. One minute. Two. Five. Ten.
Just as Roark was about to yell time’s up, Miller eyes popped open. “Two tombs below. Guys in each one. No woman. No artifacts buried with them other than jewelry, goblets, and coins.”
They spread out, searching for other tunnels or shafts.
Roark shouted, “Here’s one.”
When this spot proved empty of tombs or ancient objects, they moved to another possible location.
The Brit repeated his performance, doing the frozen routine for maybe twenty minutes while Roark shuffled his feet in the sand, stared at Indigo’s breasts, and planned what he wanted to do to her in bed tonight. Damn. He needed to focus on the task, practice patience. But why start now?
When Miller’s lids rolled up, the corners of his lips curled into a smile. “I can see pretty far down, a lot farther than the end of the excavation. The diggers, poor sods, will never find more tombs via the route they’ve chosen.”
“Good to know,” said Roark. “Anything which might actually interest me?”
“Yes. In an isolated chamber far from the shaft being excavated is the tomb of an Egyptian female wearing a nemes and sporting an uraeus.”
“A pharaoh’s headdress bearing a cobra insignia,” said Indy. “Cleopatra?”
“She has a flail and a crook resting crosswise on her chest. The chamber is shock full of artifacts. Here’s the best part. Another tomb is beside her. In it, is a Roman warrior.”
Indigo squealed, jumping to high-five Galena. “A sword. Do you see one?”
Miller closed his eyes again. While Indigo dug through her pack for a stick of gum, Galena twirled her spear like a drum majorette’s baton. Roark paced.
Coming out of the spell, the Brit rolled down his shirt sleeves and stretched out a hand for his jacket. He looped it over his arm while shaking his head. “No sword but the Roman is holding an empty scabbard. Though the weapon itself is missing, a red stone rests in its place on his chest.”
His attention fully on the warlock, Roark stopped his back and forth. “No shit.” He glanced at Indigo.
“A ruby could have come loose from Blood’s Kiss. If I could get my hands on the gem and the sheath, I’ll be able to trace the weapon.” Indigo bit her lower lip. “We need a powerful psychokinetic.”
“Know of one?” asked Roark.
Galena gripped her spear blade up. “I do. Indigo, remember the newbie you rescued, Celene? She’s just what you need.”
Indy swung her questioning gaze toward Roark. “More money, kinda-shifter.”
“Speaking of,” said Miller. “I believe you owe me. I don’t work for free.”
“Transfer the creds, Indy. Let’s get this irritating asshole and his lovely companion to a portal and bring over Celene.” Regardless of the thorny Miller Nash, the Blood Coven descendants were proving to have invaluable gifts.
Chapter Twenty
