The air twisted and bent, the dark blot before her
defying logic and physics. Then it pulled in on itself
before thrusting forward into the room.
Three soul reapers appeared—two Roxy had never
seen before, and one she knew far too intimately. She
knew the thin, cruel lips and small dark eyes, the massive skull and hawkish nose. She’d been face-to-face
with him, inches away, while he got all up close and
brutal with her heart.
Cold terror chilled her. It was Gahiji.
Hunter.
Seeker.
She knew whom he hunted. Her. He hunted her.
To her shock, his words proved her wrong.
“The child,” Gahiji barked, his gaze fixing unerringly on Calliope. He prowled toward her. “Do you
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think you can hide her? I found your first safe house,
and your second. But she is gone, now. You moved her
in a hurry. The mother left behind their clothes, the
child’s toys. Everything.”
Dagan stepped forward, and Gahiji turned to him,
his expression flat. “You interfered in your father’s
business already this week. Will you do so again, son
of Sutekh?”
Beside her, Calliope gasped. “Not merely a soul
reaper, but Sutekh’s son.”
No one bothered to confirm or deny her observation.
“Will you betray your own father, your remaining
brothers, in this matter?” Gahiji demanded.
Roxy saw Dagan flinch, and it didn’t take a stretch of
