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away, moving so quickly the action was little more
than a blur.
Lokan took another step, directly in the path of the
next mortal, a woman with smooth, fair skin, hair as
black as onyx and denim-blue eyes. Seeing her here
made him horribly afraid, not for himself but for someone else. For her? No, he didn’t think so.
For an instant, he was certain that he knew her. And
then he was certain he did not. He cleared his throat,
tried again. “I need passage. Sutekh will pay.” He hoped.
One could never be sure his father would come through.
No one looked at him. Not the dead and yet-to-bejudged. Not the ferryman. No one. Annoyed, Lokan
glanced over his shoulder at the woman—
—who shuffled through him as though he were
made of air.
Throughhim.
And he knew that only because he saw it. He didn’t
feel a thing. Not a damned thing.
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Annoyance shifted to wariness.
Something wasn’t right.
He was a soul reaper. Son of Sutekh, spawned on a
mortal woman. He was both alive and dead, mortal and
not. He could traverse the realms at will: the Underworld, the world of man. There were few barriers to one
such as he—that was the whole reason for his existence,
and that of his brothers. They could go where the allpowerful gods and demigods of the Underworld could
not.
His form should be as solid here as it was Topworld.
But it wasn’t. Itwasn’t.
So what the fuck was going on?
