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“What the hell are you doing here?” the Elemental demanded.
“I’m waiting for you,” he answered with a little bow of acknowledgment.
The Elemental scowled at him. “Why? Do you have a death wish? If you do, I can provide a handy stake or at least a pencil. . .” She paused. “Since walking into the sun won’t work for you.”
He froze. Alec was rarely surprised by anything these days, but this tiny redhead had already floored him once and now she was doing it again.
He had stumbled on the first mention of the ritual of Ra when looking into the origins of his kind. But it hadn’t worked, no matter how many times he repeated it. In the following decades, he had hunted down rituals written by civilizations both older and far younger than ancient Egypt. As it turned out, there were hundreds of
