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Caspian looked out the window, his mind clearly processing the information. “Tell the pilot so we get as close as possible to this treasure trove,” he ordered him, although he could easily have done it. But I was beginning to realize that he really liked to be the director more than the doer.
But Murtagh confirmed with a nod. “Already done. We’re on course.”
“How much longer is the flight?” Caspian drawled, tracing his finger up and down the line of my shoulder.
“We’re looking at about another seven hours or so. It’s a long haul to Turkey.”
Caspian nodded, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. “Seven hours,” he mused. “Plenty of time to fuck our mate together then.” He grinned widely. “Don’t say I never share.”
“I like how your mind works.” Smiling, Murtagh climbed on top of the bed and then on top of me.
“I don’t need any more distractions!” I giggled.
“We’re not giving you a choice, little mate,” Murtagh growled and Caspian grinned.
They were right.
I didn’t have one, and I liked it that way.
Standing at the edge of Göbekli Tepe, I felt so small. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the sprawling complex of massive stone pillars and ruins that lay before us. It was a spectacular sight, the pillars rising up like sentinels of a forgotten world, each one intricately carved with different symbols whose meanings were lost to time.
Crunch. Munch, munch, munch. CRUNCH.
I looked over and Murtagh was eating some sort of cookie-like cracker labeled Çokonat, and he wasn’t eating quietly.
He was sort of ruining the majesty.
Caspian was the one that turned to him. “Maybe you can eat that a little louder,” he seethed.
Murtagh grinned at him, shrugged, and did crunch much louder.
Caspian frowned and shook his head with annoyance. “You’re not even eating good Turkish food. You just hit the convenience store as fast as you could,” he snipped peevishly.
“This is good Turkish food. I can’t get this in the States easily,” he replied around another mouthful.
Shaking his head again with disapproval, Caspian stepped up to me and wound his arm around my waist to pull me in close.
“It’s rare I visit a place that’s older than me,” he said softly, and Murtagh nodded beside him.
“Which way do we go?” Caspian asked, his voice low.
Murtagh surveyed the landscape, his eyes narrowing as he considered our options. “The texts mentioned alignments with the stars,” he mused. “Perhaps the answer lies in the layout of these pillars.”
I scanned the area, feeling an inexplicable pull towards a particular section of the ruins. I didn’t question it. I just followed it.
“It’s this way,” I said. Guided by an inner compass I didn’t fully understand, I led them through the maze of towering pillars and carved stones.
After several minutes of navigating the labyrinth of ruins, we arrived at a less trodden area. I couldn’t see anyone; we seemed like we were in an alcove long forgotten. The ground here was covered in a mix of dirt and sand. I knelt down, my hands brushing away the layers of time, revealing what appeared to be an intricately carved stone trap door hidden beneath. Sure, it didn’t look like a trapdoor, but my spidey-sense was telling me to open it like it was a bathroom cupboard.
“Caspian, Murtagh, look at this,” I called out, my voice a mix of excitement and disbelief. As they approached, I pointed at it and said, “This has got to be a trap door.”
After securing an empty wrapper in his pocket, Murtagh crouched beside me, reaching out towards the stone. His fingers transformed quickly, revealing the black claws that he cut apart my bra with just the other night. He pushed his claws towards the edges, then gripped the edge of the heavy stone door, and with a grunt of effort, he lifted it, revealing a dark passage leading down into the depths of the ruins.
“Well, if this doesn’t look a bit foreboding…” I whispered, looking over the edge and down into the tunnel. It looked like spider city down there, and I could smell dust in the air as well as something musty.
“I’m not wearing the right type of shoes for this,” Caspian muttered.
“You’re always a bit overdressed for everything,” Murtagh said with a roll of his eyes, and maneuvered his massive body into the tunnel. It looked like his head was just towards the top. He looked up through the tunnel. “Nothing’s down here. Looks safe… enough.” He looked around him once again, then looked towards us and told Caspian, “Lower her down to me.” He put up his hands like Caspian was going to hand him a shoebox.
