The Jungle Charm
Amber Dumas stared at the wide object she had fought so much for; cannibals, wild beasts, deadly traps, all leading up to this moment. Was it worth it? Of course it was. Now, sitting on the old stone pedestal of a god long forgotten, was her prize Ė a beautiful ruby, lined with gold and no bigger than an acorn Ė something so small, yet so valuable. Amber's heart caught in her throat from the excitement. This would teach those fools back at the university not to make fun of her.
Amber reached out and wrapped her dainty fingers around the ruby. She gasped. It was so warm! The only explanation she could think of was heat rising from an underground river of lava, but the ruby was the only thing at that temperature. The rest of the room was quite moderate. Well, she had no time to worry about that now. Her guide was waiting outside the temple for her. Without another fault, Amber snatched the ruby and stuffed it into her blouse pocket.