Establishing Context

I’m woken up by a cold splash of water across my face. There’s a bitter taste in my mouth and a bright light shining in my eyes.

“We’ve got some questions for you.”

My head thumps. The last thing I remember was that girl. Skin so deliciously pale. Her neck so smooth and inviting.

A bloodstream so full of laudanum I’m still having trouble moving.

I’ve been hunting for 3000 years. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Who set the trap? Police? Slayers?

Some pottery fragments are pushed toward me.

“What can you tell us about these?”

Oh, hells. It’s even worse.

Archaeologists.