Broken Heart 09 Only Lycans Need Apply by Michele Bardsley Read Free Book Online Page A

mouth drooped into a frown.
    “What the hell does that mean?” I asked.
    “‘Glamour’ is the term we use when we remove or change a human’s memory,” said Eva. She offered a gentle smile. “It protects you. And us.”
    I really didn’t need anyone messing around in my brain. It was fucked up enough in there. Before I could voice a protest, Patrick spoke.
    “The temple you’re lookin’ for,” he said. I squinted at him. Hmm. Maybe he was Lorcan. “You any closer to findin’ it?”
    “Why on earth would you care about a temple devoted to Set?” I asked.
    “Because he was king of the vampires, right?” Dove perked up. “I knew it!”
    “No,” said Patrick. “The temple is a resting place for some friends of ours.”
    I absorbed that information. “More vampires?”
    Drake knelt down, that jade green gaze assessing me in a way that made me tingle.
    And I am not a tingler.
    “You found something,
ja
?”
    “
Ushabtis
with fangs,” said Dove. She glanced at me. “I found two more in the items I was logging in for the day.”
    “What’s a u-thingie?” asked Jessica.
    “Little statues,” I said. “Made by ancient Egyptians to accompany them into the afterlife as servants.”
    Drake reached out and put a hand on my knee. “Perhaps you can show us where these statues were uncovered.”
    “Now?”
    “It’s a few hours before dawn,” he said. “If there’s a chance you’re close to discovering the pyramid, then we need to know.”
    “Yes,” said Eva in a soothing voice that reminded me of all things Zen. I looked at her, and her eyes were glowing red. But I wasn’t afraid. I felt more . . . floaty. “Show us the site, Moira. You feel it’s the right thing to do, don’t you? And you, Dove? You think so, too.”
    “Absolutely,” said Dove in a dreamy voice.
    Traipsing out to the dig site at two a.m. was the least weird thing to happen tonight. I wasn’t sure why I was feeling more cooperative than freaked out, though. In fact, I felt awesome. Huh. But apparently not as awesome as Dove. She had a goofy smile on her face and looked like she’d been given Thorazine. I eyed Eva. “Did you glamour us?”
    She offered another gentle smile. “We need your cooperation, Moira.”
    Patrick put a hand on her shoulder. “You may need to push her a little harder. She seems better able to resist than most humans.”
    Eva nodded, and then she looked at me, her eyes going redder, and I felt my mind fog. “Show us where you found the statues, Moira.”
    “Of course,” I said. Even though I felt good, like I was flying almost, a sense of urgency wound through me. We needed to get to the location right away. It seemed imperative that we do so . . . now. Right now.
    I got up from the cot, and Dove rose, too.
    It took us twenty minutes to hike to the dig site. By the time we reached it, I was feeling less strung out on vampire mind juju. That glamour was powerful stuff.
    We had cordoned off squares with ropes and stakes, and in these squares grad students would toil away trying to find evidence of our temple.
    “I’ve been working there,” I said, pointing to the northernmost corner. “That’s where I found the statues.”
    “Was anything else uncovered?” asked Drake.
    I looked at him over my shoulder. “Bits of pottery. It’s nice to find items intact, but mostly we spend our days gathering pieces and playing puzzle makers.”
    We continued to the square where I had been spent nearly two weeks culling through sand to find evidence of Set’s temple. I still had hope of realizing my grandfather’s dream to make a find equivalent to King Tut’s tomb.
    “Here,” said Darrius. He had gone to a depression in the corner of the lot and put his hand on it. “Patrick?”
    The vampire joined the werewolf, thrust his hands into the sand, and began to shovel sand away incredibly fast. Jessica knelt beside him to help. Sand flew everywhere, as though the ground had exploded. I was