“I wonder why you would bother chasing us down when it’s clear we’re not interested in working for you,” Ian countered. “There are other experts in my field who would be more than happy for the notoriety you’re offering.”
“And you’re not?”
“The Blood of Sheol is a myth.”
His rattlesnake smile chilled every drop of Ian’s blood. “Which makes its discovery all the more valuable.”
“Why are you bothering?” The question was unstoppable. His curiosity drowned out common sense, and if he could keep Sultis talking…“Even if you do find it, it will be priceless. A major archaeological find like that is only profitable to the government who claims it, and the scientist who finds it. I would be more apt to gain from deciphering the tablets than you, by far.”