This kid made her remember being five years old,
being ripped from her mother, being shoved into a life
that gave a panoramic view of the dark side and never
quite being able to come back to the light.
“You overstep, reaper,” Naamah hissed, her eerie
orange eyes fixed on Dagan, her words jerking Roxy’s
thoughts back to the moment.
Damn, what was with these two and the pissing
match?
“Overstep? I doubt that.” Dagan eyed her condescendingly.“Vae victis.”
“Now you babble. Is there a point to your words?”
“Vae victis,” he repeated, closing his fingers around
Naamah’s wrist. “Woe to the conquered.”
Dagan flicked a look at Roxy and jutted his chin
220
SINS OF THE HEART
toward the forest. Guess he wanted her gone, and for
once, she was in agreement. Playtime was over. She’d
just leave these two to battle it out and see whose little
yellow stream went the farthest.
“Conquered?” Xaphan’s concubine laughed, a
short, high sound that died as abruptly as it had begun.
“I see no conqueror. I see a soul reaper backed only by
his father’s name.”
She jerked her arm, but Dagan kept hold of her
wrist.
Slowly, Naamah’s head came up, her expression
unquestionably satisfied, as though Dagan had done
something she approved of. Like she’d been waiting for
him to do exactly that. “Your action is one of aggression, son of Sutekh,” she purred.
