Gunshots waken Ian Tunbridge, an assistant curator of classical antiquities at the British Museum, on his first day on a dig in California. The only way to save his life is to run for it, but luck is not on his side. At least, not until he meets Lucas Arpini, the brash American photographer who seems to have some sort of clue what’s going on. Together, they’re supposed to be the tools in finding an artifact nobody believes is real -- nobody, that is, except Lucas and the man kidnaps them both.<br><br>Ian doesn’t know what to believe. His colleagues are dead, he’s injured, and he has no choice but to put his faith in a gorgeous stranger. Their escape should lead them straight to the police, but when Lucas shows him pieces of the puzzle they were meant to solve, Ian is too intrigued to walk away. He wants to solve the riddle as badly as Lucas does.<br><br>Unfortunately, they aren’t the only ones ...

Riddle Me Wicked

Lucas was not the only one with little financial hold on the world. Everything Ian had ever invested in was contained in this one small room. It was an eclectic collection, to be sure, but that was the exact reason it was the perfect tool to translate the tablets. Unlike others in his field, his classical knowledge spanned cultures, primarily because he was so widely read. If the language on the tablets truly was the result of multiple heritages, this was how he would best decipher it.


Dropping the pack onto the edge of his desk, Ian turned to face the shelves, rubbing his hands together as he scanned along the rows. He already knew which volumes he wanted to take, but something might have slipped his mind that could prove—


His gaze jumped back to the start of the row, this time traveling slower along the spines. He only made it three books in when he realized what was wrong.


Chapter 56