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

Because if he was sure of anything, it was that. Something wasgoing on, something they hadn’t considered, something beyond Sultis’s greed.


Lucas was the one who paid the driver, the one who pulled Ian gently from the vehicle, the one who reached into Ian’s front pocket to take out the house key and lead the way to the front door. The click of the latch crawled over Ian’s skin, but then they were inside, wrapped in welcoming darkness, the familiar smell of Beryl’s belongings helping to relax him again.


“Straight to bed?” Lucas asked, fingers squeezing Ian’s lightly.


Ian opened his mouth to respond in the affirmative. The flick of a light switch in the adjoining front room startled him into snapping it shut again.


Chapter 64