hear you
say it,” he demanded.
Her reply came by
forced breath and hate-filled eyes. “Yes. I will return with you.”
Asar sneered
triumphantly. She sold her body and soul to him, the God of the Underworld.
CHAPTER eight
“This sucks! We have
been out on patrol for three nights and haven’t seen one reven. What are the
odds of that?” Kit ranted, kicking over a newspaper stand.
Lilly continued to
walk down the empty street. “The odds are very low. It’s more likely we are off
limits now that we have this little alliance formed.”
“I can’t believe
you agreed to help them.”
“I didn’t have much
of a choice. They were going to take Kendra with or without us. We’re just
lucky they’re allowing us to tag along,” Lilly said, looking into a store’s
barred windows. God, she missed window shopping and buying new clothes. All her
outfits were made of tight leather, the standard uniform for members of the Nehebkau.
Protectors of humans. Exterminators of revens. Mother recruited both her and
Kit shortly after her father fell ill, but with Asar’s “help,” she hardly felt
necessary.
“Well, let’s see
how long Captain Underworld sticks to his side of the deal before he asks for
something.”
Lilly squeezed her
sword’s grip. He already had. What burned her gut the most? She lusted for the
asshole. “Yeah, we’ll see.” She just hoped her bargain would pay off in the end.
It had to or all was lost.
“I hate when things
are held over our heads. We’ll never be able to get out from under Mother or
these stupid gods.”
Lilly sighed. “Once
again, no alternative.”
“There’s always an
alternative. Our problem is we just aren’t willing to give up.”
Lilly shook her
head. The street was barren. “This is ridiculous. Let’s go to the museum and
help Kendra. We’re doing no good out here.”
After a short ride,
the sisters stood in front of the museum. Kit typed in the pass code while Lilly
stood guard. She entered the building walking backward, never taking her eyes
off the street. Not until the door locks engaged did she turn and lower her
weapon. Despite this, Lilly remained on alert. Once her sanctuary, the museum
was now just as dangerous as the streets. He watched from some dark corner. She
had no idea how they came or went, but it never tripped the alarm system, even
when the motion sensors were active.
Lilly walked slowly
across the great expanse of the front entrance to the stairs. The smallest
sound of her metal weapons hitting the curve of her hips resonated in the large
room like the distant sound of wind chimes. Her eyes locked immediately on the
dark shape as he watched her ascend the steps to the Egyptian exhibit where
Kendra conducted her work. He never moved, even as she lost sight of him around
the corner. Only then did she turn and join her sisters.
With books strewn everywhere,
Lilly had to step carefully to avoid tripping or falling. Kendra, lying on her
stomach in the middle floor, looked like she was reading a book at the beach. Lilly
shook her head at the complete vulnerability of her sister’s position. Kendra
couldn’t defend herself from that pose.
Another chill rippled
down her back. The other hulking deity stood like a statue in one of the darker
corners of the exhibit. Larger than Asar, the god had thick black hair that
fell past his shoulders and a perpetual five o’clock shadow. Asar addressed him
as Kamen. With his arms clasped in front of his chest, he looked as if he
belonged here among all the antiquities. His stoicism did not match the wildness
in his eyes. His stare would wilt even the strongest resolve.
“Where do you need
us, Kendra?” Lilly asked, looking around.
Kendra bounced up
to hand Kit a book and brought her notes over to Lilly. “I need you to go into
the archive and find a picture of the goddess marked with these symbols. I
think I know who our key thief is and where she might be heading to next, but I
need a picture to see
say it,” he demanded.
Her reply came by
forced breath and hate-filled eyes. “Yes. I will return with you.”
Asar sneered
triumphantly. She sold her body and soul to him, the God of the Underworld.
CHAPTER eight
“This sucks! We have
been out on patrol for three nights and haven’t seen one reven. What are the
odds of that?” Kit ranted, kicking over a newspaper stand.
Lilly continued to
walk down the empty street. “The odds are very low. It’s more likely we are off
limits now that we have this little alliance formed.”
“I can’t believe
you agreed to help them.”
“I didn’t have much
of a choice. They were going to take Kendra with or without us. We’re just
lucky they’re allowing us to tag along,” Lilly said, looking into a store’s
barred windows. God, she missed window shopping and buying new clothes. All her
outfits were made of tight leather, the standard uniform for members of the Nehebkau.
Protectors of humans. Exterminators of revens. Mother recruited both her and
Kit shortly after her father fell ill, but with Asar’s “help,” she hardly felt
necessary.
“Well, let’s see
how long Captain Underworld sticks to his side of the deal before he asks for
something.”
Lilly squeezed her
sword’s grip. He already had. What burned her gut the most? She lusted for the
asshole. “Yeah, we’ll see.” She just hoped her bargain would pay off in the end.
It had to or all was lost.
“I hate when things
are held over our heads. We’ll never be able to get out from under Mother or
these stupid gods.”
Lilly sighed. “Once
again, no alternative.”
“There’s always an
alternative. Our problem is we just aren’t willing to give up.”
Lilly shook her
head. The street was barren. “This is ridiculous. Let’s go to the museum and
help Kendra. We’re doing no good out here.”
After a short ride,
the sisters stood in front of the museum. Kit typed in the pass code while Lilly
stood guard. She entered the building walking backward, never taking her eyes
off the street. Not until the door locks engaged did she turn and lower her
weapon. Despite this, Lilly remained on alert. Once her sanctuary, the museum
was now just as dangerous as the streets. He watched from some dark corner. She
had no idea how they came or went, but it never tripped the alarm system, even
when the motion sensors were active.
Lilly walked slowly
across the great expanse of the front entrance to the stairs. The smallest
sound of her metal weapons hitting the curve of her hips resonated in the large
room like the distant sound of wind chimes. Her eyes locked immediately on the
dark shape as he watched her ascend the steps to the Egyptian exhibit where
Kendra conducted her work. He never moved, even as she lost sight of him around
the corner. Only then did she turn and join her sisters.
With books strewn everywhere,
Lilly had to step carefully to avoid tripping or falling. Kendra, lying on her
stomach in the middle floor, looked like she was reading a book at the beach. Lilly
shook her head at the complete vulnerability of her sister’s position. Kendra
couldn’t defend herself from that pose.
Another chill rippled
down her back. The other hulking deity stood like a statue in one of the darker
corners of the exhibit. Larger than Asar, the god had thick black hair that
fell past his shoulders and a perpetual five o’clock shadow. Asar addressed him
as Kamen. With his arms clasped in front of his chest, he looked as if he
belonged here among all the antiquities. His stoicism did not match the wildness
in his eyes. His stare would wilt even the strongest resolve.
“Where do you need
us, Kendra?” Lilly asked, looking around.
Kendra bounced up
to hand Kit a book and brought her notes over to Lilly. “I need you to go into
the archive and find a picture of the goddess marked with these symbols. I
think I know who our key thief is and where she might be heading to next, but I
need a picture to see
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