Surfacing, she found herself in a sacrificial chamber. Hieroglyphs glowed faintly: “Two souls. One eclipse. One dies so the sun may live.”
She stood, cracked her neck, and rappelled down the pyramid—no butler, no manor, just a stolen jeep waiting in the jungle.
When a disgraced artifact hunter stumbles upon a forgotten Mayan death mask, she must outrun a ruthless cartel and solve ancient blood rituals before the solar eclipse triggers an apocalypse.
