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yourself inside the tomb?”

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    Seeing Ian tense at her harsh remark had Kenna stirring uneasily in the chair. She might have been more careful with her words, but having two men go on about what was wrong with her life, while they obviously had issues of their own, was not something she could take sitting down.
    “Be glad you have not suffered as I have,” Ian said, his voice lowering. “It is because of what I’ve been through that I fear nothing. I only wish to keep the pain of that curse to myself.”
    Kenna’s mouth went dry and she reached for her glass of wine. She had no idea how Ian had suffered. At first thought, being immortal seemed like something everyone would want, but thinking more about it, the loneliness of such an existence must be unbearable. Perhaps she’d been wrong to awaken the warlord at all. Would their lives be better off if she’d left him under the spell?
    “On a lighter note,” Evan said, leaning back in his chair so the front legs came off the floor. “I got a call from channel five news, asking if we had anything to say in response to David’s interview this morning.”
    “What?!” Fury almost choked her. Why hadn’t he told her sooner? David was becoming a problem, especially now that Ian was out in the real world. “Did you tell them we don’t owe that vulture a damn thing? That we have every right to the find, and he’s simply making a mockery of your good father’s name?”
    Evan rocked back and forth in his chair, smiling. “Something like that, though not as colorfully as you just put it.”
    Kenna had to figure out what it was going to take to get David to go away and leave them alone. Ian’s gleaming sword flashed through her mind. There had to be some other way.
    Her special insight wasn’t in agreement with her.
    She had a terrible feeling that things were about to get much worse.
    “If we can manage to get the tomb sealed again, we could give it to him,” she proposed the most obvious idea. “He doesn’t know for a fact that anything is inside it, and no one would believe us about Ian if we told them. That should get rid of him,” she concluded.
    Suddenly it all seemed so easy.
    “I’m afraid he does know about what’s to be found in the tomb,” Ian said. “This man wants immortality, and he’s willing to kill for it.”
    “But that’s just a legend, isn’t it?” Evan sat forward in his chair. “Immortality can’t be found in the tomb.”
    “Not in the tomb,” Ian said, patting the jacket pocket of his suit. “But somewhere else.”
    As much as Kenna wanted to know if it was possible to gain immortality, she was afraid to find out. It would make all of this too overwhelming. She was already having a hard time separating the dream from reality.
    “If the tomb is harmless, I don’t see why we can’t give it to him,” she argued. “It’s what he wants.”
    Ian studied her, his jaw clenched, his eyes slightly narrowed. “When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, he’ll come back, thinking you’ve taken it from him.”
    “We didn’t take anything!” Her anger bristled. “All I did was read some stupid words, and now here you are. I don’t know anything about finding immortality, and I’m not sure I want to.”
    “What’s the deal with all that?” Evan sipped his scotch. “Doesn’t the legend say the person who opens the tomb will receive immortality?”
    Ian pinned him with a harsh stare. “It says the secret to immortality was buried in the tomb.”
    “What’s the secret?” Evan leaned his elbows on the table, his eyes filled with excitement.
    Kenna could sense Ian didn’t want to discuss it any further, and her curiosity was not going to get the better of her tonight. “Would you leave him alone?” she scolded. “What would you do with immortality anyway? Drink yourself stupid? Have sex with every woman on the planet?”
    “I’d start there,” Evan said. “But then maybe I’d invent something the world