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It’s been four days since we handed over the sarcophagus to Prince LaCroix. My dear friend Wilkinson, the curator from the museum, had told me that LaCroix’s missing key did not arrive with the sarcophagus. In fact, the missing crate had been sent to Canada by mistake. Imagine our luck when we found out the missing crate is scheduled to arrive tonight by ship.
“Getting a sense of déjà vu, love?” Gabriel asks as we stand on the docks of the Port of Los Angeles.
Grinning, I nudge him with my elbow. “Yes. Only there isn’t some old fisherman for you to hypnotize to swim and fetch a boat for us.”
The Brit chuckles. No, this time we came prepared just in case LaCroix tried anything. Eric’s men are scattered throughout the area securing it from mortals and anyone else trying to be n
