Page 107 of Immortal Sun

I roll my eyes. “I’m headed back up.”

The wet robe clings to my body as I walk up the stairs. About halfway up, I call back to Enki. “Be careful. She has the amulet, and some dumb ass taught her to use it.”

“Bastard.” Enki grins. “I just like to keep things interesting also I thought I was being helpful. We don’t need a repeat of 1920.”

I wince. “She was strangely good at it.”

“She destroyed half of Ken’s island.” Enki shudders. “And he’s still pissed about it, I swear that’s why he never visits.”

“He scares the locals.”

“Also, true.” Enki gives me a wave, and I continue walking up the stairs. I don’t even want to look at my phone when I get back into the house; it keeps going off, which means every single damned god is in the group.

I could kill him.

And yet I can’t.

Rules are for the strong, not the weak.

My screen lights up again. I sigh and grab it.

Twenty-seven missed text messages.

Maybe I will murder him after all, because the first ten look to be from Enki with links to every single strip club in the area along with toys from Amazon.

“I can Prime it!” His excited text after.

“Do it and I’ll Prime you straight to the underworld.” I text back and then go and take a shower. It’s going to be a long six days.

CHAPTER 26

CLEO

“Keep away from trouble and sing to it.” –Egyptian Proverb

I’m so frustrated and annoyed that I want to scream, and I do, into my pillow over and over again until Bast, still in massive panther form, plops down onto the bed next to me and starts licking my arm.

“Everything okay in there?” Kratos’s voice sounds.

“Go to hell!” I shriek.

He chuckles. “Looks like you’ve already set up a tent, so I think I’ll just stay in this realm.”

“Realm,” I repeat, then flop onto my back and stare up at the cave ceiling, wishing I could just fight my way out of here.

Bast jumps from his spot on my bed and runs toward the mouth of the cave then starts hissing like a madwoman. Madman?

“New clothes are here along with dinner. Can you get Bast to back off, so he doesn’t bite my head off?”

I frown and sit up. “I thought you were all-powerful. Why would he bite you?”

Kratos is standing at the entrance with a tray in one hand and clothes draped over his other arm. His helmet’s gone as are his daggers, which is weird because I could have sworn they were just in his hands minutes before I screamed.

“You love reading,” he says dumbly over the hissing. “And your brother works on all types of mythologies, plus you just met Ra himself and you still don’t know who this little panther is?”

“Little?” I point at Bast.

Kratos laughs. “Fair.” He shrugs. “Just get her to back off, nobody wants an actual Egyptian goddess of protection biting their dick off.”

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