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“W hat’s wrong?” Nik asked, watching me pace. He was leaning against the
wall to the left of the door leading out of our cozy little waiting area. And
I’m using the words “cozy” and “little” lightly. The private lounge was
palatial. Literally, it was a room in a palace.
We were in the old Nejeret Council headquarters in Rome, a relic from days
long past, back when Nejerets had been ruled by a patriarchal group of
seven men. Heru had been among them, as had my father, Set. But the
Council of Seven had gone the way of the pharaohs . . . as had the
governing body that replaced it, the Senate. Now we were back to a good
old-fashioned feudal monarchy, with Heru as the high king. And in true
feudal fashion, war was an ever-burning fire threatening to reduce us all to
little more than ash and bone.
Nik and I had been busy little bees the past two weeks, attempting to stave
off that dire outcome. Since the shadow souls incident, we’d been spending
most of our time gateway-ing around the world, meeting up with small
groups of Nejerets—the good guys who supported Heru, not the asshats
supporting the rogue Senate, of course—and addressing live audiences of
humans, just like Garth suggested weeks ago to make up for my onefingered PR blunder. Only now we were attempting to counter something
much more devastating, PR-wise—the damage caused by the Senate’s everincreasing hostilities against humanity. It was why Nik and I were in Rome
in the first place. In a few minutes, we would be onstage once again, “the
Goddess” and her Nejeret friends, addressing yet another crowd of gathered
The now-defunct Council headquarters was a stunning complex—an old
palazzo dating back to the thirteenth century that took up an entire city
block in central Rome. It was extravagant, with plenty of lavish marble
inlays, gold leafing, and arched ceilings. And, like many an Italian palace,
there were frescos for days and artwork galore. It was over the top in a way
mastered by the Italian nobles of old. And apparently embraced by the
Nejerets of old as well.
The private lounge where Nik and I had been hanging out for the past
twenty minutes was toned down from the main gallery by just a hair.
Whoever decorated the room had tried to warm it up with Persian rugs and
upholstered seating, but no amount of furnishings could dampen the effect
of the immense oil portraits of Nejerets lining the crimson walls in their
gaudy gilded frames or the enormous, intricate crystal chandelier glittering
giddily over the center of the room.
I stopped mid-step under the chandelier and looked at Nik, one arm hugging
my middle, the other raised so I could chew on my thumbnail.
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