Touch of Darkness
“Rurik rose earlier. He dressed in camouflage and combat boots, and set off for his usual morning run— except that this wasn't his usual morning run.
Now while he knew the reporters had pulled their pillows over their eyes and the locals were sleeping off hangovers, he ran up the road to the tomb.
He'd spent the previous evening in the village pub, eulogizing Hardwick, showing off the tomb discoveries, pretending modesty, and sharing credit with every one of his team. He'd had one too ma...ny ales, and watched Tasya as she made her way through the crowd, exchanging information with the reporters, answering questions for the tourists, and talking with the archaeologists and locals. Oh, and ignoring him. She did that with obvious and consummate ease.
At least he could take comfort in the fact that she bothered. Worse, much worse, would be if she treated him as casually as she treated the others.
It was midnight by the time he got to bed, and three a.m.MoreLess
Now while he knew the reporters had pulled their pillows over their eyes and the locals were sleeping off hangovers, he ran up the road to the tomb.
He'd spent the previous evening in the village pub, eulogizing Hardwick, showing off the tomb discoveries, pretending modesty, and sharing credit with every one of his team. He'd had one too ma...ny ales, and watched Tasya as she made her way through the crowd, exchanging information with the reporters, answering questions for the tourists, and talking with the archaeologists and locals. Oh, and ignoring him. She did that with obvious and consummate ease.
At least he could take comfort in the fact that she bothered. Worse, much worse, would be if she treated him as casually as she treated the others.
It was midnight by the time he got to bed, and three a.m.MoreLess
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