*Lucas*

Her lavender scent clung to my clothes hours later. I was able to use the scent and the vision of Sasha wrapped in a blanket on a chair in my office to keep my temper.

She had nearly fallen into that damned pit.

“A fucking temple,” I grumbled over and over as I looked over the artifacts that kept coming up from the hole.

Luckily, Herb had been just fine, though he was still crossing himself every time he ...