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growing, until Dagan figured he’d better offer something. Not the whole story, but something. “I think I
might have seen this pendant before.”
“Where?”
Dagan wasn’t ready to share. He preferred to hunt
down this particular lead on his own. “I’ll follow it up.”
He was tilting at windmills, trying to make connections where, in all likelihood, none existed. Because he
had no other leads. Not one thing to work from.
Someone had killed Sutekh’s youngest son, and no
one seemed to know a thing. He’d put out feelers
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throughout the Underworld as soon as they learned of
Lokan’s murder, but either no one knew anything or no
one was talking.
The second option was the more likely of the two.
Fear was a powerful motivator, and an equally
powerful suppressant.
Idly, he turned the pendant over, read the hieroglyphs on the flat base.
O my heart which I received from my mother,
My heart which I received from my mother,
My heart of my different ages,
Do not stand up against me as a witness.
It was the same verse he’d read on another pendant
a decade past. Or maybe the same pendant. He didn’t
want to entertain that possibility.
“The reference to mother…” Alastor murmured.
“Yeah. The goddess of motherhood and fertility…
Aset.”Isis.Another fucking coincidence. With a sharp
yank, Dagan handed the writhing darksoul off to
Alastor, along with the bloody bag containing the heart.
