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Chapter 6

Previously…

"There you are Tiri," Grandpa Alex said. "I thought I'd lost you."

"No, Grandpa," Tiri said, trying to sound as collected as possible. "Just doing a bit of exploring."

Her grandfather smiled. "You are definitely an O'Connell."

Tiri bit her lip so a nervous squeak didn't come out of her mouth. She didn't think his definition of 'exploring' in this case quite matched up with hers…

She swallowed hard as her mind wandered back to what she'd been doing only moments ago. Oh Gods! She'd really done that hadn't she? She'd kissed a complete stranger!

A very arrogant, know-it-all, dangerous, mysterious, handsome, passionate… Oh wait, where was she going with this? Oh, right—a stranger! Who was also apparently stalking her and was a member of a secret order that fervently guarded an infamously wrathful mummy that Tiri didn't believe in!

Oh what had she gotten herself into?

"So which book struck your fancy in here, Dove?" her grandfather asked her.

Tiri shook herself of her troubling thoughts and placed her finger on the volume. Her grandfather took his glasses out of his suit pocket and put them on, peering at the book.

"Oh my. This is a book of ancient Egyptian curses. You know, little things, like getting back at your neighbor by doing a spell to make his grain dry up and that sort of thing. But still, nasty stuff. Best put this back where we found it," her grandfather said, decisively putting the tome back on its shelving.

Tiri gaped, hearing the dark warriors words drift through her mind.

'You of all people should know that harm can indeed come from reading from a book, Tiri.'

Is that why the Medjai warrior had been so intent to get that book back on its shelf earlier? Right before he kissed the daylights out of her…

"Tiri, my dear girl, are you all right? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

"It's all just make believe isn't, Grandpa? I mean, there's no such thing as curses and mummies, right? Your friend Ardeth Bay, he was really just a desert tribesman that you and the great grandparents sat around a campfire with, taking turns making up fantastical hokum stories with, right? There isn't an order of the Medjai obsessively guarding some fabled City of the Dead! Hamunaptra and Ahm Shere don't exist! Tell me," Tiri said, babbling.

"I'm sure Ahm Shere seemed very real to your grandfather when he was moments away from death with the cursed Bracelet of Anubis on his wrist," Dr. Terence Bey III said as he shut the heavy front doors to the library, cloaking them in privacy.

He had a gun drawn on them when he turned around to face them.

Tiri felt her blood run cold.

"Now Terence," her grandfather said cautiously. "What's this all about?"

"I really thought you had more sense than this, Dr. O'Connell," Dr. Bey III said, drawing nearer to them. "Hasn't your family caused enough bloodshed and mayhem as it is? Why bring that filmmaker here? He will expose the secret that we've been guarding for thousands of years."

"Oh come off it," Grandpa Alex said with venom. "He makes summer box office hits—not fact-based documentaries on the History Channel! Put down the gun. There's nothing wrong with a bit of story-telling."

"Wasn't it all just fairytales and hokum to your mother when she heard the stories? It didn't stop her from tramping around the place, spouting curses to awaken the dead!"

Tiri gasped, paralyzed with fear, as the armed man suddenly grasped her and pointed the gun under her jaw. "I need you to promise me that you will disband this whole expedition. Go home. And cut all ties to that film."

"Unhand her! She's an innocent girl!" her grandfather bellowed, standing tall and balling his fists in rage. "This isn't your place, messenger! If the Medjai have a problem with it, let them come for me!"

"Let her go, Terence," a commanding voice spoke in Arabic.

Everyone's heads whipped around to where the newcomer stood near the window. The dark warrior crossed the room in swift strides, his Thompson raised at the curator. Dr. Bey III's eyes widened as he looked at the chieftain of the Medjai. "Bu- but—"

"But nothing," the warrior said fiercely in English. "As the Chieftain of the Medjai I order you to release her. They are no threat to—"

But at that moment Tiri felt a warmth envelope her around her shoulders and throat—where the necklace and Dr. Bey III were grasping her. A quick flash of light burst forth from the jewelry and Dr. Bey III was repelled back, clutching his hand as if he was in a serious amount of pain.

"Oh Gods, it burns!" he shrieked in agony. The hand that had been clutching her by the throat was covered in angry blistering welts.

Tiri's eyes widened in fear as she stared at the crumpled over curator. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and stumbled over to her grandfather. Like a fish out of water she gaped at the dark warrior, the man she had kissed not even twenty minutes ago, as if he could explain to her what the Sons of the Pharaohs had just happened here!

The Medjai chieftain looked at Dr. Bey III on the ground pitilessly before pocketing the man's dropped gun and focusing his attention on Tiri and her grandfather. "He will be fine. It was nothing more than he deserved." His voice switched to concern, and he stepped up to Tiri, his hands hovering over her neck. "You are not hurt, are you?"

Despite herself, Tiri felt a flush of warmth at the care and gentleness in his voice. "No, I'm fine. I think… What just happened here?"

Her grandfather stepped in between her and the Medjai warrior. "I think, my dear Tiri, what just happened here is that all of your questions have been answered… Isn't that right, Ardeth Bay?"

Tiri's eyes widened in shock. What?

The dark warrior let out a breath, his dark eyes looking pensively at a spot on the floor before he looked up at Grandpa Alex with a wry smile. "Yes, I think you are right, my old friend." His gaze caught hers. "The Medjai and the curse we protect are both very real… And that necklace you wear…I believe that powerful protection spells have been cast upon it so that no harm may come to you."

Tiri felt as if all of the air had been knocked out of her. All that came out of her mouth in her shocked state was a squeaky, "Ardeth Bay?"

"Yes… Ardeth Bay," Grandpa Alex said conversationally. "Say, last time I saw you I was about ten and you looked about oh, say, twenty-six or so—now, here I am, well into my eighties and you look about oh, say, twenty-six or so. Do tell me, what is your secret?"

Ardeth Bay did not look amused in the least—neither did her grandfather for that matter. The Medjai warrior answered stoically, "Long ago a spell was cast upon me. It is something that I must contend with on my own."

The tone of his voice made it clear that he would talk no further on the subject.

Tiri's world was spinning. She just had a gun pointed at her, her necklace bloody well singed the hell out of a man, and Ardeth Bay was alive and still young and she'd kissed him! "I think I need to lie down."

Immediately both men were at her side, holding her to make sure she didn't fall. Her grandfather eyed the dark warrior. "I think I can take it from here, Ardeth."

Ardeth Bay straightened. The cool mask of a leader was back on his face. "And I will take care of things here," he said, gesturing to the whimpering curator. "You need not worry about any more meddling by the Medjai and our alliances. You are honored friends."

Grandpa Alex nodded his head, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth. With the arm he wasn't supporting Tiri with he grasped the tall warrior's shoulder in a brotherly manner. "Glad to hear it, old friend. Glad to hear it. I'm sure it goes without saying that I will be seeing you soon?"

Ardeth Bay slowly smiled. "Indeed, it goes without saying."

With a parting nod Grandpa Alex guided a shaken Tiri out of the room to go collect the others. When they were at the doors Tiri looked back into the library one last time.

Once again she found the dark warrior staring at her.

She blushed and whipped her head back forward towards her exit. 'This did NOT just happen,' she thought to herself.

But really it had, hadn't it? She'd kissed Ardeth Bay.

A/N: Hope you liked that little twist! It was one of my original plot bunnies that got this story to come together in my mind. :D Thoughts? Originally this chapter was a lot longer but I broke it in half because I felt like it was too much to digest in one chapter. But you can prove me wrong by hitting that review button demanding more, hehe. Please R&R! : )
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