Page 92 of Sett and his King
She tutted. "If there's no sand in the house, why don't you take it with you?"
She approached a cupboard and it flew open under her guidance. A vial found itself in her hand and she turned, walked to the French door fridge and placed the vial under the ice water tap, only it poured sand instead of water.
She watched me as the tap kept going and going. Even when it was supposed to overflow, it didn't.
"You know for a god, you're not very smart," she said.
"He's been out of the game for a long time. It's not his fault," Ani said. "Well, it is, but it isn't."
I glared at my son but he just brushed me off.
It was so odd seeing him in such a different body than I was used to. His face, it was so youthful. Innocent almost, but he and I both knew he'd been through as much, if not more, as I had. He was, after all, the judge of all afterlife. He had to make tough decisions all the time. And I knew not being able to weigh his father's heart and judge it, not being able to help him to the afterlife, had hurt him far more than he ever let on.
"Did you park your brain somewhere and you forgot where? Because that's the only way I can explain it. If you and my grandson had told me the truth from the get-go we could have avoided all these time-loop bullshit."
"Yaya!" Gene exclaimed.
"What?" she asked, all indignant and a little proud of herself.
He shook his head.
"She does have a point. Yaya knows how to fix everything. You should have come to her sooner," Gene told me.
"I thought you didn’t know what we were talking about,” I said.
Gene shrugged. "I know she's right."
"That's my boy." Yaya patted Gene's head and offered me the vial. "One bottomless vial full of sand for your magic."
I wrapped my hand around it and pushed the chair back.
Maybe I had abandoned my brain somewhere along the way in all those years of grief. Maybe I hadn't lived and that had made me regress into a mindless, weak man. But Drew was my lifeline. That much I knew.
And I needed to save him.
There was no shame in asking for help. Even for a god. We all needed it sometimes. Especially if it meant saving our loved ones.
I may have saved my son, but it was time to save my second true love.
"Go save my grandson, you big dummy."
I couldn’t have agreed more.
Drew
Well, crap.
In all the furor to get the necklace and find out if it worked, I’d forgotten all about the elixir that would keep my thoughts private. Now my entire mind was his for the taking.
I stood still back in Horus's office as he walked circles around me, huffing, puffing and chuckling to himself as if he were demented. He probably was, but I still tried to keep myself calm, my mind clear, my thoughts solely on him. Maybe I could protect myself that way, and most importantly, maybe I could protect everyone else.
"It's cute," he said after a while. "That you think you can hide anything from me. Your mind has never been more legible." He stood in front of me and his dark eyes reached all the way into my soul, infecting it with their evil. "Your little act of defiance worked far better than you could have anticipated. Your little potions kept so much from me and I never knew you were taking them or I would have ordered you to stop ages ago. It's honestly quite impressive. I don't think anyone has ever managed to evade me for so long."
I didn't do him the favor of answering. I didn't need to. He could read me like an open book.
"Open book indeed. And what a book! You cheeky little witch," he tapped my cheek several times, each strike stronger than the last one. "You didn't tell me just how powerful you are. And I see my brother's cock has made you stronger. How…predictable. He always was a man slut."
I choked. "That's rich, coming from you."
