She must have seen it in his eyes, because she dropped his arm hastily, and moved back a step.
‘Jack!’ she breathed. ‘Don’t...’
Finn was behind her, and put his arm around her waist as she bumped into him.
Jack’s expression turned from desire to anger. He glared at Finn and clenched his fists.
‘I say,’ said Bernard, beaming innocently, as he joined them. ‘Have you ever seen such treasures? Do you recognize anything, Finn? They say some things in Tut’s tomb belonged to Akhenaten.’
Jack turned and moved away quickly. He could feel Emma’s eyes on his back. He left the room, and the building, and sat on a bench in the garden outside the museum, watching the men outside the fence washing their hands and kneeling toward Mecca for their five times daily prayers.
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