Page 72 of Sett and his King
Sett watched me with narrowed eyes and I didn't know if that was pity hiding behind them or something else.
Whatever it was, I didn't care. I needed to find a way out of Horus's grasp. Of all people in this world, he should know what that was like and why I needed it so badly.
I kept my focus trained on the doorbell. He had to be home. Sandro had to be here. This parlor was his entire life. Where else could he be?
The more seconds passed, the harder I pressed.
He has to be here. He has to.
My finger turned red and almost bent in a most unnatural way and Sett wrapped his hand around mine and stepped into my field of vision.
"I don't think they're home, sweetheart."
I swallowed a frog in my throat but avoided his gaze. He'd called me sweetheart when I was anything but. I didn't know how long it'd be before he realized. I didn't need to speed things up by looking at him and making him see the rotten man inside.
"Of course he is. He's probably in bed with his god of a boyfriend and just getting dressed."
That was the hope.
And that was why I kept buzzing. That and I knew he was hard of hearing so I wanted to make sure he heard or saw or felt the doorbell ring before I gave up.
Sett didn't budge either. His gaze warmed the side of my face and it gave me goosebumps. He was already doing so much for me. More than anyone could or should have done for me after everything. And yet I couldn't do anything to help the situation. If I didn't find a way to liberate myself, I couldn't free my brother or Sett's son. Or find a way to get rid of Horus once and for all.
I was useless. I might have come to my full power. I might be able to bend time to my will without the risk of asphyxiation, but I was still enslaved by a cruel god so I was, for all intents and purposes, useless. Just a dude in distress.
"Drew, don't shut me out. Talk to me. What are you thinking?" Sett asked and cupped my cheek.
"N-nothing. I…I just need this."
"I know, sweetheart. I know you do. But we'll find a way. I promise."
I didn't want his promises. I didn't need them. He'd already done so much and I'd betrayed him so many ways, so many times. Even if I'd been under Horus's control, it was still me that had done those things. My hands, my body.
"I should have never—" I started when someone spoke up behind me.
"Are you looking for Sandro?" A woman approached us and we stepped aside as she clicked something on her keys and the shutters started moving up.
"Uhm. Yeah. I…he's a friend," I said, barely able to look the woman in the eyes.
She had gorgeous green locks, dark skin and the kindest of smiles, which only made me feel guiltier when she revealed who she was.
"I'm afraid my son is out of reach these days. I'm just here to tidy up and keep the parlor dust-free for his return," she said.
"Oh," I said and took another step back. "Uhm…do you know when he'll be back?"
She narrowed her eyes and glanced from me to Sett before she answered. "Not sure, love. He and Hades are busy ruling over the Underworld these days but hopefully soon because we miss him."
Crap.
"Th-thanks," I said and turned to leave as Sandro's mom entered the parlor and the shutters closed behind her.
He wasn't here. He wouldn't be here for the foreseeable future. My friend was a freaking king of the underworld, probably all-powerful, and I couldn't reach him.
This was punishment for everything I'd done. Fate, luck or whoever were making me pay for my sins and there was nothing I could do to change that.
I would always be Horus's subject, no matter what Sett did.
My brother would never be free either.
