nothing
came without payment.
“Take the damn blade,” she grunted.
He gripped the weapon, but before he could lift it
away her slender fingers wrapped around his hand.
“I meant what I said about being careful.” She released
him. “It was nice to meet you, Bomani.” With a nod she turned and jogged down
the dock.
He stared down at the weapon completely
dumbfounded by the goddess’ actions. This was the Destroyer Bast feared?
Even the exilers he had captured grimaced at the name.
Tucking the blade into the waistband of his pants,
he gazed at the energy trail the goddess had conveniently left behind. Bast and
Sekhmet had given him fair enough warning to stay away.
He stepped towards the collapsed warehouse,
chastising himself for even thinking about going after the goddess. He stalked
back into the building intent on waiting Bast out. In two strides he froze, his
body uncommitted to his mind’s task.
It hungered for something far more pleasing.
He pivoted and charged out the door to chase danger .
Chapter Sixteen
Had she finally lost her mind?
Theris was right. Siya could not leave well enough
alone. In addition to orphans, she’d added a wayward warrior to the list.
Younglings were one thing to win over. Food, shelter and protection.
A warrior? A more complicated prospect, especially
one who either escaped or was kicked out of the underworld. She scratched the
scarab mark on her neck, contemplating the possible outcomes.
Best case scenario, Bomani heeded her warning and
left the city.
Worst case, he stayed and would bring
complications she was not sure how to handle. Not unlike her horse, those dark
brooding eyes were growing on her more than she would like. Not to mention, the
intricate tattoos carved into his flesh were far too tempting. She regretted
seeing him pull the black shirt over them.
She blew out a breath of pure frustration. Her
head should not go there, nor should her heart. Those fancies were lost the
minute she was branded an exiler. Exasperated with how badly she handled things
with Bomani, she pulled her hood up and delved deeper into the city. Based on
Henry’s sighting, the youngling would have crossed over Fifth Avenue. One more,
she promised herself. Once the youngling was off the streets, she would
refigure her strategy.
Pulling out the last of her cash from her pocket, she
stopped at the hero joint. A cashier sat at the curbside window with red
peeling paint framing the grease covered screen.
“All meat on wheat, please.”
“Sure thing.” The cashier turned and yelled at the
grill cook, repeating her order. The girl glanced at Siya briefly, and then
went back to texting on her phone. The cook smiled and arched his eyebrows, but
then quickly went to work making the sandwich. Humans never held Siya’s stare
for long, nor did they invade her personal space. Even the gawking males behind
her subverted their gaze as if sensing their rung on the evolutionary ladder.
Despite Siya’s emersion among humans, she was
still an outsider. Regardless, she had vowed her life to protect Mother’s
creation. So had the Creation Pantheon, but where were they in this fight?
Haru asked too much of her. To go up against her
father alone?
She had been somewhat hopeful when Bomani crossed
her path. The Commander obviously had issues of his own. She had never seen a
warrior so disheveled or morphed for that matter. His eyes were black and his
teeth jagged, never a good sign. The only time she ever saw Khalfani in that state
was in the heat of battle.
“Here you go.” The girl handed Siya the sandwich.
“Thanks.” Siya tucked the food into her cloak
pocket and moved deeper into the city. Bright lights illuminated the banner
above the American History Museum, announcing the featured exhibit—King Tut’s
tomb.
Siya frowned, hating that the remnants of the
ancient society had been scattered all over the globe. The world of her kind
had crumbled along with the monuments risen in their
came without payment.
“Take the damn blade,” she grunted.
He gripped the weapon, but before he could lift it
away her slender fingers wrapped around his hand.
“I meant what I said about being careful.” She released
him. “It was nice to meet you, Bomani.” With a nod she turned and jogged down
the dock.
He stared down at the weapon completely
dumbfounded by the goddess’ actions. This was the Destroyer Bast feared?
Even the exilers he had captured grimaced at the name.
Tucking the blade into the waistband of his pants,
he gazed at the energy trail the goddess had conveniently left behind. Bast and
Sekhmet had given him fair enough warning to stay away.
He stepped towards the collapsed warehouse,
chastising himself for even thinking about going after the goddess. He stalked
back into the building intent on waiting Bast out. In two strides he froze, his
body uncommitted to his mind’s task.
It hungered for something far more pleasing.
He pivoted and charged out the door to chase danger .
Chapter Sixteen
Had she finally lost her mind?
Theris was right. Siya could not leave well enough
alone. In addition to orphans, she’d added a wayward warrior to the list.
Younglings were one thing to win over. Food, shelter and protection.
A warrior? A more complicated prospect, especially
one who either escaped or was kicked out of the underworld. She scratched the
scarab mark on her neck, contemplating the possible outcomes.
Best case scenario, Bomani heeded her warning and
left the city.
Worst case, he stayed and would bring
complications she was not sure how to handle. Not unlike her horse, those dark
brooding eyes were growing on her more than she would like. Not to mention, the
intricate tattoos carved into his flesh were far too tempting. She regretted
seeing him pull the black shirt over them.
She blew out a breath of pure frustration. Her
head should not go there, nor should her heart. Those fancies were lost the
minute she was branded an exiler. Exasperated with how badly she handled things
with Bomani, she pulled her hood up and delved deeper into the city. Based on
Henry’s sighting, the youngling would have crossed over Fifth Avenue. One more,
she promised herself. Once the youngling was off the streets, she would
refigure her strategy.
Pulling out the last of her cash from her pocket, she
stopped at the hero joint. A cashier sat at the curbside window with red
peeling paint framing the grease covered screen.
“All meat on wheat, please.”
“Sure thing.” The cashier turned and yelled at the
grill cook, repeating her order. The girl glanced at Siya briefly, and then
went back to texting on her phone. The cook smiled and arched his eyebrows, but
then quickly went to work making the sandwich. Humans never held Siya’s stare
for long, nor did they invade her personal space. Even the gawking males behind
her subverted their gaze as if sensing their rung on the evolutionary ladder.
Despite Siya’s emersion among humans, she was
still an outsider. Regardless, she had vowed her life to protect Mother’s
creation. So had the Creation Pantheon, but where were they in this fight?
Haru asked too much of her. To go up against her
father alone?
She had been somewhat hopeful when Bomani crossed
her path. The Commander obviously had issues of his own. She had never seen a
warrior so disheveled or morphed for that matter. His eyes were black and his
teeth jagged, never a good sign. The only time she ever saw Khalfani in that state
was in the heat of battle.
“Here you go.” The girl handed Siya the sandwich.
“Thanks.” Siya tucked the food into her cloak
pocket and moved deeper into the city. Bright lights illuminated the banner
above the American History Museum, announcing the featured exhibit—King Tut’s
tomb.
Siya frowned, hating that the remnants of the
ancient society had been scattered all over the globe. The world of her kind
had crumbled along with the monuments risen in their
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