Page 164 of Sins of the Heart

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—Egyptian Book of the Dead, Chapter 22

“HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT—” Roxy choked off the

question.

“I like what you’ve done with the place. Nice

kitchen. Rosewood cabinets with black granite counters. You have expensive taste. And the bedroom…”

Dagan’s voice trailed away.

Fury suffused her. He’d been here, in her home,

poking around, touching her things. He’d been in her

bedroom, found his jacket tucked away in the back of

her closet.

“Tell me what you want, why you came here. Or

better yet, leave,” she snarled.

He raised a brow. “Any particular reason for your

hostility?”

Apart from the fact that he’d violated her home?

That he could move like smoke, could kill his victims

before they even knew he was there? And thewayhe

killed, the finality of what he took—the darksoul—

denying his prey any hope of being born anew. The

Daughters of Aset believed that the soul was eternal,

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born again and again into earthly vessels. The cycle

preserved.

Apart from the fact that seeing him in the flesh made

her remember eleven years’ worth of dark, secret

dreams.

“Noparticularreason.” She tapped her index finger

against her chin. “Maybe I don’t like your aftershave.”

Any warmth she’d imagined in his gaze evaporated,

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