“Guess I can always play poker with Anubis, but, you
know, a two-player game isn’t much fun.”
He shot a glance through the open doors to the private gardens. He could see Gahiji standing there staring
into the pond, hands clasped at the small of his back.
Of course. His father’s shadow was never far away.
“Send Gahiji,” Mal said, testing, poking. He didn’t
expect his father to entertain the idea, and he didn’t
actually want him to. But he saw Gahiji’s shoulders
stiffen ever so slightly, and he was glad he’d made the
suggestion. The other soul reaper’s response suggested
that Gahiji didn’t want to go. Interesting.
Did he have a particular reason for wanting to accompany Sutekh to the meeting of the Underworld
gods and demigods? Perhaps a reason that had something to do with the way he tried to eliminate Roxy
Tam, who just happened to be a Daughter of Aset?
Questions upon questions.
Sutekh glanced into the garden. “I need Gahiji at my
right hand.”
Mal tamped down the rage that swelled. He kept his
tone mild, but his words were blade sharp. “Lokan was
your right hand.”
What was unsaid hung in the air between them.
Maybe Gahiji got tired of playing second.
Sutekh stared at him, obsidian eyes flat and soulless.
“You will go.”
“Yeah.” But not because Sutekh decreed it so. Mal
would go to Osiris’s realm because it suitedhimand
his current purpose: to find and punish Lokan’s killers.
Unlike Dagan and Alastor, Mal wasn’t convinced they
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