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son of Sutekh but choose to carry Aset’s sign.” The sign

of the Daughters of Aset, anyway.

“The sons of Sutekh are enemies of Aset.”

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You think?

“I wear it as proof of my aspiration toward neutrality.” Oh, yeah. That sounded good. “And as a gesture of respect for the sister and wife of Osiris.” And

that sounded political. Sort of.

“Approach.” Anubis’s voice echoed through the vast

space, and he sounded pissed.

Dagan drew closer to the massive gleaming scales

that appeared out of nowhere to loom before him. On

one side was a single white feather, the feather of Maat.

Truth. The other side was empty.

“Proceed.”

Accepting the dagger, Dagan took a breath, held it,

then plunged the blade between the fourth and fifth ribs

on his left side, deep enough to slit through the skin and

layers of muscle, but not deep enough to hit organs.

Blood dripped down his chest and belly, sliding under

the waistband of his jeans.

He let the dagger clatter to the ground. Curling the

fingers of his right hand under the fourth rib, and the fingers of his left hand over the fifth, he cracked them wide.

Blood welled, red and hot, the pain hotter still. The

human part of him flinched and inwardly cried out in

agony. The part of him that was the son of Sutekh

didn’t even blink.

“Your heart,” Anubis demanded. Was there a certain

amount of glee in his tone?

Asshole.

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