Page 18 of Sett and his King
Yaya nodded, staring at her glass—well, my glass. She remained quiet as if looking for an answer in her wine. The atmosphere became charged, almost suffocating.
I hated keeping this from her, what had happened to Gene. But I couldn't tell her. Not now. Not yet. Not until I'd had a chance to save him. I didn't need her to worry. I was worried enough for the both of us.
"My grandson is a good soul, Your Majesty," she said after a long pause that felt longer because of the war inside my head.
Your Majesty?
She knew who he was? How?
I stared from her to Sett and back, trying to understand but unable to.
"Thank you," Sett said. "I know he is. I can tell."
I almost groaned. I had to physically stop myself from doing that. I was not a good boy. I wasn't a boy and I didn't even know if I was good anymore. But one thing I did know was that I'd get my brother back no matter what.
"And so are you," she added.
Sett nodded in gratitude and I bit my lip.
What did she know? She'd never dealt with gods before. She didn't know the kind of atrocities they were capable of. It didn't matter what kind of packaging they came in. Whether they were handsome with a beautiful smile. Whether they had eyes that could make your heart skip. All gods were monsters and nothing would ever change that.
"I didn't think I'd ever get to meet one of you," she said and I froze. "But I feel very privileged to have met you."
"You're very kind," Sett replied.
"History hasn't been kind to you, though. So be careful. Whatever you're helping my grandson with, just…watch your back."
I glared at Yaya.
Why was she being like that all of a sudden? Did she know what was going on? How was it possible?
"Always," Sett answered. "But what do you mean history hasn't been kind to me?"
He turned to look at me and Yaya set her glass down.
"You didn't tell him?" she asked me.
"Tell me what?"
Yaya gave me a soft smile that never quite reached her eyes and stood. She patted Sett's shoulder and slowly walked into her bedroom, leaving me alone with the god in my kitchen.
His golden eyes shimmered as if pleading with me. He appeared almost wounded, pleading with unspoken words lingering in the air and I didn't know what to do with myself.
It wasn't my job to fill in Sett on what history had made of him in the last few thousand years. It washisjob to help get the scarab so I could save my brother.
"Andreas?" he reached for my hands, the charge of his magic sparkling in the air around him even before he managed to touch me and I stepped back.
"Don't call me that," I said.
It was time to set some ground rules. It was time to get to work. I'd wasted enough time.
"My name is Drew," I said.
"Okay. Got it. Drew it is," he replied. "I'm sorry if I did anything to offend you."
I turned my back on him and closed my eyes.
I couldn't keep looking at him. I couldn't be alone in the same room with him. I couldn't forget he was nothing but a ruthless creature. Just like his brother.
