Under A Desert Moon. Laura Martin

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       Chapter Two

      Sebastian leaned in closer to the delectable Miss Knight, raised a hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He felt her stiffen at the contact and shift farther away from him. He frowned. If Sebastian was good at anything in life, it was reading other people’s expressions and mannerisms. A few minutes earlier, when he had first introduced himself, he’d detected a spark of desire in Miss Knight’s eyes. Now she was positively frosty. He wondered exactly what he’d done to bring about this change.

      ‘It’s a well-preserved piece,’ Emma said, tracing her thumb over the Shabti in her hand. ‘I’m sure it’s worth a lot of money.’

      A good few hundred pounds. Enough to keep him in business for months to come.

      ‘And such historical value. It’s a shame, really,’ she mused.

      ‘A shame?’

      ‘That it will end up on the bottom of the Nile.’

      With a swift movement she leant over the edge of the felucca and held the Shabti above the water.

      He lunged forward, catching her wrist in his hand. Her fingers still gripped the artefact but it would only take one movement to send it to the bottom of the river, never to be seen again.

      ‘I don’t like being lied to,’ she said.

      Sebastian almost laughed. She was doing this because he’d lied to her?

      ‘How did you come to be in possession of such a piece?’

      He shifted slightly, aware his body was pressed up against hers in a most delightful manner. If he wasn’t careful, her protective old bodyguard would have a sword up against his throat for bad behaviour.

      ‘I had a scroll,’ he said. ‘It hinted at the location of a chamber under the Temple of Horus.’

      He saw the interest flash in her eyes and he relaxed. Here was a woman who loved Egypt. She wouldn’t destroy a piece of its history by dropping it into the Nile.

      ‘I spent a week searching for it and today I got lucky.’

      ‘And the men who were chasing you?’ she asked.

      He shrugged. ‘They’d noticed my sustained interest in the temple and were out to take the Shabti for themselves. The market for genuine ancient Egyptian artefacts is one where demand is greater than supply. No doubt they worked for one of the more underhand antiquities dealers in Cairo.’

      ‘Was there anything else in the chamber?’

      He could hear the excitement in her voice and found her excitement enthusing him. He let go of her wrist and leant back, relaxing.

      ‘The entrance was hidden under a huge stone slab. Once I managed to move it to one side, it revealed a narrow staircase.’

      He watched as Emma unconsciously brought her hand back over the side of the boat and cradled the artefact between her fingers. Her eyes were alight with a passion he knew was reflected in his own when talking about archaeology.

      ‘I had to take a flaming torch down the stairs to illuminate the chamber below. The flickering light revealed the most wonderful paintings all over the walls.’

      ‘Were they colourful?’ Emma asked.

      He nodded.

      She looked back towards the Temple of Horus wistfully.

      ‘All the paintings I’ve seen whilst I’ve been in Egypt have been exposed to the elements,’ she explained. ‘The colours have faded. I’d love to see something so well preserved.’

      Seb nearly found himself promising to take her to see the chamber below the Temple of Horus, but thankfully stopped himself before the words formed on his lips. The last thing he needed was to spend time acting as tour guide for a wide-eyed English lady. She might be a very pretty lady, but she was off-limits. She had that air of the upper class about her, and, although Seb had left the English gentleman part of his persona behind many years ago when he’d left England, he knew better than to dally with an unmarried innocent young woman. As much as he wanted to.

      Emma Knight was exactly the kind of young woman his father had been so eager for him to marry all those years ago. Petite, blonde, pretty and innocent. The very embodiment of the saying ‘an English rose’. Seb had refused then, and now he was too old and worldly-wise to get himself in trouble over a pretty face and an enthusiastic smile.

      ‘I would offer to take you to the chamber,’ Seb said smoothly, ‘but unfortunately I’m not sure I’d be welcome.’

      She nodded, clearly disappointed to have missed such a well-preserved slice of Egypt.

      ‘The chamber had a few statues dotted around, and on a raised stone platform was that Shabti.’

      Emma glanced down to the Shabti in her hands, running her fingers over the engravings one last time before holding it out to him.

      ‘Thank you,’ he said, slipping the artefact back into his bag.

      ‘Will you sell it?’ Emma asked.

      He nodded.