the writings inscribed on her sarcophagus.”
Lilly headed down
to the basement.
When she pulled out
a drawer of the cataloging system, a plume of dust exploded into the air. Apparently,
the drawers hadn’t been opened in a very long time. She waved her hand in front
of her face, but it didn’t stop her from sneezing. Memories of climbing through
old dig sites with her father surfaced in her mind, followed by another series
of sneezes.
“God, I hate this
stuff,” she mumbled to herself, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand. She
shivered and immediately looked to her left.
“Your sister seems
to enjoy it.”
“Well, it’s her
thing.”
Asar stepped
closer. “What is your thing, Lilly?”
His question
actually made her laugh. “My thing? Yeah, well. I guess that would be killing
revens.” She scratched the back of her neck, where it burned just under the skin.
“Seems I’ve run into a cold spell.”
“I cannot very well
let you die. And you made me vow to keep your sisters from harm. Letting you
fight revens would seem a contradiction to our agreement.”
With her choice of
expletives threatening to break free, she bit and held her tongue tightly. How
was she going to explain this to Mother? All of a sudden her best hunters had
no kills. She rubbed her neck again and twisted her head a few times to stretch
the muscles. Finally, she turned back to what she had been doing and tried to
ignore the fact a deity loomed over her shoulder. Not to mention her neck hurt
like hell where the snake’s fangs leaked venom into her muscles.
An occupational
hazard for the Nehebkau.
Lilly leafed
through the parchments carefully laid on top of one another. She finally found
the one she was looking for and carefully pulled it out of the stack. Rolling
it up, she turned to leave, but his black body blocked her egress.
“Excuse me.” She
didn’t bother hiding the annoyance in her voice.
He turned to the
side. She tried to pass without touching him. She needed to stay focused on the
task and not his body, but he didn’t budge an inch to accommodate her. The
burning in her neck only added to her acrid mood. Finally, she pushed past, but
not before her breasts brushed against his cold broad chest. Her nipples instantly
tightened into small peaks underneath her vest. Of all things she didn’t want
to happen. Why the hell did he have to be so cold?
Over the table, she
spread the parchment containing sketches of the hieroglyphics matching Kendra’s
picture. Her stalker stood in the corner watching her. His ass could stay there
for all she cared. She leaned over the small table and rested on her elbows,
which brought her sleek blonde hair forward over her shoulders to block her
view of him.
“When was your
conversion?”
She stiffened as
the serpent shifted under her skin. He moved just behind her, never making a
sound. She glanced over her shoulder. He was nearly five feet away, yet her
skin rose up in goose bumps. She rubbed the big knot of muscle running from her
neck to her shoulder. “Five years ago.”
He stepped closer. “It
is a very painful transformation, relative to the species of snake.”
She caught his
gratuitous glance down her back to her ass. No doubt a hint of her pink lace
panties peeked out from beneath the waist band.
As if she didn’t
already know it was painful. She lived through the damn thing. Her current level
of discomfort was a constant reminder of that moment. If she had known how agonizing
it would be in the beginning, she’d have never agreed to it. Straightening up
off the table, she refocused her attention back to the parchment.
“Hold still.”
Every muscle in her
body tightened to fight when his ice cold fingers pressed against the base of
her neck across the snake’s head. She didn’t like having her back turned to a
potential enemy. Well, not so much an enemy, as an unwanted business partner.
A partner with
hands of magic.
“An Egyptian asp is
a very deadly snake.
Lilly headed down
to the basement.
When she pulled out
a drawer of the cataloging system, a plume of dust exploded into the air. Apparently,
the drawers hadn’t been opened in a very long time. She waved her hand in front
of her face, but it didn’t stop her from sneezing. Memories of climbing through
old dig sites with her father surfaced in her mind, followed by another series
of sneezes.
“God, I hate this
stuff,” she mumbled to herself, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand. She
shivered and immediately looked to her left.
“Your sister seems
to enjoy it.”
“Well, it’s her
thing.”
Asar stepped
closer. “What is your thing, Lilly?”
His question
actually made her laugh. “My thing? Yeah, well. I guess that would be killing
revens.” She scratched the back of her neck, where it burned just under the skin.
“Seems I’ve run into a cold spell.”
“I cannot very well
let you die. And you made me vow to keep your sisters from harm. Letting you
fight revens would seem a contradiction to our agreement.”
With her choice of
expletives threatening to break free, she bit and held her tongue tightly. How
was she going to explain this to Mother? All of a sudden her best hunters had
no kills. She rubbed her neck again and twisted her head a few times to stretch
the muscles. Finally, she turned back to what she had been doing and tried to
ignore the fact a deity loomed over her shoulder. Not to mention her neck hurt
like hell where the snake’s fangs leaked venom into her muscles.
An occupational
hazard for the Nehebkau.
Lilly leafed
through the parchments carefully laid on top of one another. She finally found
the one she was looking for and carefully pulled it out of the stack. Rolling
it up, she turned to leave, but his black body blocked her egress.
“Excuse me.” She
didn’t bother hiding the annoyance in her voice.
He turned to the
side. She tried to pass without touching him. She needed to stay focused on the
task and not his body, but he didn’t budge an inch to accommodate her. The
burning in her neck only added to her acrid mood. Finally, she pushed past, but
not before her breasts brushed against his cold broad chest. Her nipples instantly
tightened into small peaks underneath her vest. Of all things she didn’t want
to happen. Why the hell did he have to be so cold?
Over the table, she
spread the parchment containing sketches of the hieroglyphics matching Kendra’s
picture. Her stalker stood in the corner watching her. His ass could stay there
for all she cared. She leaned over the small table and rested on her elbows,
which brought her sleek blonde hair forward over her shoulders to block her
view of him.
“When was your
conversion?”
She stiffened as
the serpent shifted under her skin. He moved just behind her, never making a
sound. She glanced over her shoulder. He was nearly five feet away, yet her
skin rose up in goose bumps. She rubbed the big knot of muscle running from her
neck to her shoulder. “Five years ago.”
He stepped closer. “It
is a very painful transformation, relative to the species of snake.”
She caught his
gratuitous glance down her back to her ass. No doubt a hint of her pink lace
panties peeked out from beneath the waist band.
As if she didn’t
already know it was painful. She lived through the damn thing. Her current level
of discomfort was a constant reminder of that moment. If she had known how agonizing
it would be in the beginning, she’d have never agreed to it. Straightening up
off the table, she refocused her attention back to the parchment.
“Hold still.”
Every muscle in her
body tightened to fight when his ice cold fingers pressed against the base of
her neck across the snake’s head. She didn’t like having her back turned to a
potential enemy. Well, not so much an enemy, as an unwanted business partner.
A partner with
hands of magic.
“An Egyptian asp is
a very deadly snake.
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