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

The low question was riddled with pain, hoarse and aching as his voice failed him for the first time. Ian couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of grief Masud must carry. It had fueled his manipulation of Sultis for months, shored behind protective walls to keep him safe and functional. But the hope Lucas offered was all it took to put a chink in those barriers, not just a crack but a crevice more than capable of a securing a powerful wedge.


“I can take you there,” Lucas said. “I’m not sure if there’s going to be enough evidence to prove Sultis did it, but you’ve already got him behind bars anyway. The important thing is putting Kafele’s soul to rest. And yours.”


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