Page 18 of Defying the Relic Hunter

“What makes you think that whack job killed a lot of people?”

I pointed at the twenty or so angry spirits surrounding the fallen Apache. “Those dead people over there and the shit load of skulls in the cave.”

One dark brow cocked satirically. “Spirits, huh? How many skulls did you see?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t take the time to count them, but he’s been a busy boy.”

He rummaged around some more in my pack. “You didn’t bring enough water, Angel.”

“I wasn’t planning on being chased by a homicidal Apache, sugar.”

A shadow moved. Frowning, I glanced around Ethan’s massive frame and gasped, “The Terminator’s making a run for it.”

Ethan pulled his pistol and fired. A stun beam hit the Apache in the back. Violent muscle spasms contorted the warrior’s body as he fell.

I gave him two thumbs up. “Nice shot. Bozo says he works for the Thunder God, but I think he’s inhaled too much of that wacky gas.”

Watching me closely, Ethan asked, “Did you know your cousin was hired to steal the amulet?”

“No, but I’m not surprised. He always was a low-life skunk.”

“Your cousin said you’re after the gold too.”

“Me? Seriously? I haven’t talked to that jerk since I was kicked out of the clan.”

Ethan released an exasperated sigh. “If you’re not searching for the gold, what are you doing out here Angel?”

“Hiking. Communing with nature.”

“When it’s 110 degrees in the shade?”

I smiled innocently. “I like a challenge.”

You’re a bad liar. You’re after the treasure.”

“Prove it.”

“My sensors show you’re wearing the amulet. Give it to me or I will take it from you,” Ethan growled.

I turned my energy field back on. “Touch me and you’ll be taking another dirt nap.”

A Coletti warrior in full battle armor suddenly teleported in. His power was off the charts.

Holy shit! I stood up slowly. “You called your boss?”

“I did. The Overlord’s anxious to meet you.”

Crappity, crappity, crap. I was so screwed.

Zarek’s helmet slid back. His predatory gaze roamed over me and he smiled. “You are a clever and inventive thief, Kizzy. I found Montezuma’s dance routine amusing.”

“Before you kill me or lock me up, I need to cross over a bunch of trapped souls.”

“I am not going to kill you or lock you up,” Zarek said.

“You’re not?” Color me surprised.

Zarek gave me a wolfish grin. “No. Your psychic gifts are quite unique.”

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