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slicked back from her face, water beading on her
coffee, double-cream skin. And her mouth…damn…
the things she’d done with her mouth.
Vivid waking dreams.
Soul reapers didn’t dream. But he dreamed of her.
What the fuck was he supposed to make of that?
Dagan cleared his thoughts and walked deeper into
Osiris’s lair. Moments later, he paused at the foot of a
wide stone staircase. At the top stood a creature with
the body of a man and the head of a jackal. There was
a flail tucked in the crook of his arm, and he held a
golden ankh, the symbol of life. But unlike the pendant
Dagan had hauled off the serial killer, the jackal’s ankh
had neither wings nor horns.
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“Anubis,” Dagan greeted him, inclining his head in
a spare nod.
“Dagan Krayl.” The voice reverberated in his
thoughts. “You are not welcome here.”
Why was he not surprised?
“I have not come as Sutekh’s son.” He smiled dryly.
“Think of me as a negotiator, one without allegiance
to any party. One who seeks only to maintain the
balance.”
The jackal stared at him, weighing his words.
Dagan stared back, the silence stretching like an infinite piece of string.
“You are always first and foremost Sutekh’s son,”
Anubis said at last.
Dagan had to admit there was a hefty degree of truth
