Mateo had been right. About everything. Teya should never have come to Machu Picchu. It was an incredibly powerful and dangerous place, she could see that now. Not only was her own life destroyed, but the future of Peru would be changed forever, and not for the better.
She had to go home. She had to, and the only way was with Mateo. And it had to happen before the wedding. After that, she was sure she’d be r***d by the Inca – after all, that seemed to be what she’d been brought here for – and then it would be too late.
‘So… so when is the, you know, the wedding?’ she asked.
‘On the next whole moon you will be wed. This many nights.’ The Coya held up eight fingers, and Teya blanched. So soon! ‘You will meet him first of course. It is a formality. He must decide you are to be his bride –
