“You’ve changed,” he said after a long moment,
brows drawing together in a quizzical frown.
You have no idea.
Last time he’d seen her, she’d been a naive kid. She
hadn’t known a thing about the Setnakhts or the
Daughters of Aset, about Sutekh and soul reapers and
the vast Underworld. She still didn’t know everything;
she’d barely scratched the surface. But she knew
enough to recognize the danger of his far-superior
power.
If she was a summer storm, he was a level-5 hurricane.
“You speak differently.”
“I grew up. Lost the slang. Oh, and I went to college.”
“Ah. You put the money I left you to good use.”
“Never make assumptions. I did put it to good use,
but not the way you think. I invested it.” She was gratified to see a hint of surprise. “I already had a college
scholarship before you ever came along.”
“Did you?” He tipped his head to the side, studying
her. “Your words that night led me to believe you felt
a degree of hopelessness about your future.”
She froze, horrified that he remembered that, but
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definitely not willing to share the true source of her
tirade, the guilt she’d felt—and still felt—about Rhianna. “You believed wrong.”
For a long moment, he said nothing, only stared at
her like he could see clear through to her soul. Not a
nice feeling, to have a soul reaper examining her soul.
Was he thinking it’d make a nice, light snack?
Whatever he saw made him decide to give her some
