Page 51 of Sett and his King
I dug in my pocket and took it out. Horus snatched it from my hands and he walked back around the desk, each step more confident and arrogant than the last.
I…
I was about to die again, wasn’t I?
When he sat on his chair, he did so with the conviction of a king.
The man who’d let me in the office took a couple of steps forward and on Horus’s command came to stand behind me.
I held my breath. I closed my eyes. I did my very best to save myself.
And yet…
I died once more.
Drew
Ishot up, gasping for air, my limbs cold as if they were dead.
The living room came into focus.
What was going on? What was happening to me?
I looked down. Sett was lying there, blissfully unaware of the bad dream haunting me.
Was it a dream, or…was it real?
I wrapped my hand around Sett’s wrist and felt for his pulse but even before I found it I knew he was okay. He was nice and warm.
No it couldn’t have been real. If it had been, why were we both still alive? But did that mean I’d had a bad dream within a bad dream? Was that possible?
Maybe…
Maybe someone was toying with me.
I rubbed the back of my neck as if that would give me some kind of relief, or the answers I was looking for, and took a deep breath.
Or maybe it was something.
I glanced up at the ceiling and narrowed my eyes. “Are you doing this?” I asked.
Spiti didn’t answer. What good was a house with personality and opinions if it couldn’t talk to expresssaidopinions.
"D-did you say something?" Set stirred and I jumped.
I rested my hand on my chest and turned to the god beside me.
Why was this happening over and over again?
"No, I…it's nothing."
I didn’t want to relive this day. I didn’t want to have to kill him again. And I didn’t want to have to die again.
I had to stop this.
I couldn’t kill Sett.
I couldn't go to Horus.
