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trust in Sutekh, thereby making a clear statement to every
other god and demigod as to whose side he was on.
Since Sutekh had arranged this meeting of the top
dogs, they were likely coming into it expecting he
meant to initiate a massacre in payment for his butchered son. But they couldn’t outright decline to attend,
just in case he meant to meet for exactly the reasons
he gave: to open a bid for peace.
It was a tricky dance. One that might end up in slit
throats and dismembered bodies.
Of course, Mal would be relatively safe, given the
limited number of ways to kill a soul reaper.
“You really bidding for peace?” Mal asked.
“At this precise moment, yes.”
Mal laughed, his deepest suspicions confirmed. At
this moment, Sutekh would lobby for peace. But somehow, he was initiating some convoluted, far-reaching
plot to discover and punish those who had killed
Lokan. And then he’d kill them all.
Sutekh was nothing if not patient. He’d wait years,
even centuries, to see his plots reach fruition.
“A dish best served cold?” Mal asked.
One side of Sutekh’s mouth curved up in the barest
hint of a smile. “As an arctic wind.”
Toronto, Canada
ROXY SAT FACING DAGAN ON THE BED. She’d bared her
heart, her soul. Let him dig out truths she’d kept hidden
even from herself.
She had no idea why she’d trusted him with her
