Chapter 17
Confronting four armed men in the middle of what was supposed to be a haven had pissed Lucas off. Hearing Ian’s conjecture about why they were there in the first place made him feel like a fool.
The big picture. He’d known all along Sultis had other contacts—the original interest in the Blood of Sheol, whoever he entrusted with the tablets, countless others if his stories were to be believed. Yet, Lucas had forgotten about them in his own crazed hunt for the artifact. He’d focused so much on Sultis as the enemy that he’d let the real enemy slip his mind.
Order he should have seen and didn’t.
Anger at himself shifted into fury at the stranger. “You hired Sultis to steal the tablets,” he said, jabbing a finger at the man.
The stranger shook his head. “No, I hired him to find
