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"I'm not afraid of the dark," R snapped. How the hell did he know what she was thinking? And why had they bothered to stop now when they were so close to the prize?To find your own Treasure quest and Hunter, go to Elizabeth Naughton's website. And along the way, enter to win a $100 Visa Gift Card.
Archie Gates chuckled, the sound low and sexier than she wanted it to be as he made himself comfortable on the sandy ground and leaned back against the boulder where they'd stopped to set up camp for the night. "You should be. The vampire knights of the round table are out there."
"There's no such thing as the vampire knights of the round table," she tossed back. "That's a preposterous fable made up by naive common folk like yourself in order to scare others away. I need the Hermes' winged sandals to avenge my step-father's uncle's mother's death. If you're too afraid to get it for me like you agreed, I'll just do it myself." She pushed to her feet.
The sinister smile that spread across his face stopped her feet and only irritated her more. "You go right ahead, pet. Dressed in that pink tutu like you are, I guarantee the Hermes' winged sandals's the last thing those savages'll be focused on. Last I heard, they were looking for a new member of their harem." His scorching gaze ran over her. "Come to think of it, you look like you fit the bill."
Her blood warmed at the approval she saw in his cat-like green eyes. Then she thought about the steel spikes they'd stumbled across and the torture chambers Archie Gates had babbled about earlier in the day. She glanced toward the icy cavern surrounding them and felt her anxiety leap into her throat. Were those beady eyes watching them from the dark?
"That's right, pet," Archie Gates said in an arrogant voice, like a man who knows he's won the Indy 500. "I think you're safer here with me, too. Looks like your only option is to scoot on over here and lay right down where I can make sure Hannibal Lector doesn't get you in the middle of the night."
Her eyes snapped back to focus on his. "I'm not sleeping with you."
That suggestive grin slid across his face, the one that did weird things to her pulse. "Who said anything about sleeping?"
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