(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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"Come along," Kyle urges and I reluctantly get out of the car.
Myra is there as well, sticking to Kyle like a shadow with that purple wig of hers and short dress. She hasn't said a word to me, but I keep getting the annoying feeling that she's watching me. Waiting to make a comment.
"They said they'd have our luggage sent up later, so we don't have to worry about our bags," someone suddenly stepped in to say. A quick glance and I know it's Jaaco. Urgh.
I scoff. What bags? I didn't have anything to bring along with me. The so-called bags Jaaco's referring to is probably whatever Kyle bought me for this trip. I really didn't want to come along. In fact, I strongly protested against coming, but Kyle insisted I join him at the international gathering in Egypt, much to Jane's dismay. No doubt Kyle wants to use me against Amber. When will these people learn I have no value to anyone? I sure as hell have figured it out by now. How could I not?
With not much of a choice, I follow Southern Sterling's leader to the gambling resort up ahead. I'll admit, though I've traveled around the world a lot. Whether to visit family I didn't like or to make dealings for the drugs I ran, I've never seen anything quite like the resort we'd be staying at this year.
Even back at the gate where we needed to pass heavily armed security, I could see the size and money of this place. It feels wrong calling it a pyramid since it's modern beyond belief, but that's the shape the resort takes. A pyramid made of glass, metal, and polished sandstone. The pharaohs would be proud. It was located half an hour's drive away from the prying city eyes - a wise choice considering the amount of tourist it would attract. The thing was massive enough to threaten the actual pyramids.
I walked past the rows and rows of palm trees, towards the automated bulletproof glass doors where the name of the gambling resort was visible. Pyra Dice, it read and I would be surprised if the name was carved from gold.
"The reception is this way," the nervous guide explains as he leads us through the door. The small Arab man hasn't stop sweating the moment he picked us up at the airport. I feel sorry for the guy. Even Kyle's natural charm could not calm him. Not with the two dozen guards following us to the reception. I don't even know most of them. I can only recognize Jaaco, my ex English teacher, and Nixon with his intimidating beard and warrior-like scowl. He used to work for Amber before Jane took over.
