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“Yes.” Calliope fell silent and crossed her arms over
her chest. Like she was waiting for something. Some sort
of big reveal. Say…something about a blond reaper?
Roxy pressed her lips together and looked away, figuring her guilty conscience had her imagining things. A
part of her wanted to tell all. The other part was busy shoving that impulse, along with the memories, under a motheaten rug in the farthest corner of her thoughts. She’d
never told anyone about that night. She wasn’t about to
change that now. It was all about self-preservation.
The Asetian Guard viewed Sutekh and soul reapers
as their enemies because of an ancient feud. Hell, she
could understand the hate-on. Sutekh had slaughtered
Aset’s husband and dismembered his body. Then he’d
gone after her son, Horus. So Roxy didn’t imagine revealing that she’d known a reaper all up close and
personal—that he had, in fact, converted her to a blooddrinking fiend—would go over all that well.
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After a long moment, Calliope said, “Good night,
Roxy. Sleep tight.” She sounded as cool and calm as
ever, and Roxy told herself that if she heard a whisper
of disappointment, of hurt, it was all in her very tired
imagination.
When she opened her eyes, Calliope was gone.
Yeah. Good-fucking-night. She was supposed to
sleep, knowing a soul reaper might be sniffing around
outside her door? If he were, her best bet was to stay
put. Let him come. Then take him down. Or die trying.
Running wouldn’t do her a damned bit of good. If he
wanted her, he’d find her.
A comforting thought.
You want me for an enemy, little girl?
Not so much. But her choices had made him one
