| Cursed, immortal, and imprisoned for eternity, the Scarab King thought things really could not get worse until Kate Martin rescues him. Once released from his tomb, they are sent back to Ancient Egypt to set history right. Can he do his duty to Egypt or will his heart's desire to possess Kate destroy all he has sacrificed for? |
| "Give us your jewels or your woman dies!" Instinct took over. Setti dodged past one thief, striking another in the nose with a broad fist. Wrenching the crude sword from the unconscious man's limp grasp, Setti swung it from side to side, demonstrating his skill. They looked to one another, unsure whether to attack or not. A bold man rushed forward, wildly swinging his sword. Setti easily hit the man between the eyes with the hilt of his sword, knocking him out, too. The others warily circled Setti as he shifted, keeping an ever watchful eye on their advances. The nearest man rushed him, distracting him. Another suddenly threw a dagger at Setti. Enraged, Setti roared, striking both sword and fist until none were left standing. Leaving his attackers bruised and shaken, he stood alone in the sandy street breathing hard, glancing at them, sword held ready. The thieves scrambled to their feet, terrified by what they saw. They watched the tall Egyptian stride toward their leader who held the woman. "May Allah be merciful!" The leader whispered fearfully, his dark eyes widened further, suddenly recognizing the expensive belt and shawl which they wished to steal. The ruby-eyed scarabs glittered in their torches' light as did the blood red amulet hanging from around the Egyptian's neck. "You are the Scarab King! We heard you were buried four years ago. How can you be here and -- somehow alive?" Swallowing back the lump in his throat, unbelieving what protruded from the proud Egyptian's bare chest. Glaring at the thief, Setti growled at him, "Release the woman and leave before I decided to send you all to the Underworld!" Frightened, the clearly shaken man immediately did as he was told. The woman plopped to the ground and scooted away, coming up short when her back pressed against the building. Her violet eyes wide with terror, Setti squatted down on his powerful haunches, making sure she was unharmed. Crying, she started hiccuping, unable to stop. When he reached out a concerned hand to wipe away the dirty tears from her cheek, he stopped short when she frantically tried to stay out of his reach. Frowning, Setti glanced down at where she stared. Shaken by what he saw, Setti swallowed hard and took hold of the ivory-handled knife embedded deep in his heart. Yet, he lived and breathed. Pulling it free, he grew amazed no blood gushed from the wound, remaining only a dark stain on the blade. "Are you well?" Setti asked her, alarmed by the color disappearing from her freckled features. "Am I ... well?" she exclaimed in total disbelief. "I am not ... the one...who had a ... knife in my ... heart!" |
| CURSE OF THE SCARAB KING |