Page 13 of Sett and his King
“Egypt?”
He nodded.
“So we’ll need to make the trip there. I assume we’re in the North?”
“Yes. England.”
My reply seemed to confuse him at first but after a second that confusion was gone.
What was that all about?
“We’ll need to get a…plane,” he said.
I smirked.
“No we don’t. We can be there in an hour.”
“How?” he asked and stared at me, golden eyes bright and full of wonder and I was more sure than ever.
I needed to shield myself from the god of violence before it was too late. Even if he didn’t look like a violent man. If the last few years had taught me anything that was appearances can be deceiving. And I had no doubt there was deception all over this room and it screamed Sett’s name.
Sett
How?
How had Horus cheated death?
Ani should have known. He would have sensed it. But he was there when we defeated him and he had confirmed Horus had died.
And yet…he was back.
He was still alive and back to his old games. And poor Drew was suffering as a result. Before long, his brother would too.
Was there no end to my brother's twisted appetite?
Drew stood and looked at me.
"Let's go," he said and offered me his hand as if we were friends. Equals.
My heart ached. It had been so long since I'd been treated as such. If Ani were here he'd find the act insolent. It probably was. Yet, I didn't find it in me to care.
I raised this foreign hand of mine and his fingers wound tightly around it. When he held me like that, when his body heat was so directly linked with mine, it felt as if I could follow him anywhere but I knew that was ludicrous.
We fled the witch's quarters out into the streets. The chilly drafts crawled all over my skin making me feel more awake than ever, lighting up this body I possessed to the very core.
I should be furious for this intrusion. For being summoned into this realm, the House of Geb, without my permission. For being shoved into a different body, forcing my old one to perish. The body that had belonged to him. The body he had touched so many times. The body he had loved like it was something holy. A part of me was furious.
But the other part, the bigger part, was glad I had another chance at killing my brother all over again. This time I'd make sure I succeeded. I'd make sure he paid for his crimes and ceased to exist once and for all.
It wasn't before I managed to take a couple of steps when noise blasted at me from every direction. People milled around us dressed in strange clothes and yet stared at me as if I was the weird one.
Metal contraptions passed by with flashing lights, people who talked to themselves or into small stones. Tall buildings that looked busy and all too wrong. It was a foreign world. Nothing like I remember from five thousand years ago. And yet the gaps in my knowledge filled in little by little, second by second, as the body I possessed and its lingering spirit merged with my own becoming one.
Soon, my own soul would snuff out anything human in me, but not before the knowledge I needed to adjust assimilated with my own.
"Shoot," Drew said, glancing at the curious people around us and turned into a side, less busy, street. "I'll get you some clothes when we get home. I can't have you walk around like that. We'll draw attention."
I glanced down at my furry robe and raised an eyebrow.
