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***SON OF SET***
“. . . the Sons would never just let him go—alive.”
Seth O’Keefe has broken the laws of his god. He never thought he would sacrifice his own future to protect a Daughter of Isis. But when the Sons of Set discovered Natti is the Secret Keeper, he had no choice. Now, Seth and Natti are on the run from his father, who wants nothing more than to see Seth dead. With no allies, Seth turns to the Daughters of Isis for help, hoping they would protect Natti. But when they meet the Daughters, he discovers a secret that puts both their lives in more danger. Low on options, Seth sees only one possibility for survival. He must help Natti solve an ancient puzzle and find the secret name of Ra.
Natara “Natti” Stone is having a hard time swallowing the truth. She can’t believe what she has learned in the past twenty-four hours: Seth is a Son of Set blessed with charm; she is a Daughter of Isis blessed with a sliver of Ma ‘at; the locket her grandmother gave her holds an ancient Egyptian secret linking to Osiris and Isis. That along with being tortured and brutalized by the Sons of Set, she can hardly hold herself together. Thank God for Seth’s touch! That warm, tingling sensation that drowns it all out. Yet her heart struggles to stay focused. She must quickly embrace her destiny before the secret name of Ra falls into the wrong hands.
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Chapter 12 (Natti’s POV)
Looking up from her plate of scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast, bacon, and sausage links, Natti watched Seth march down the aisle of brown vinyl benches and dark oak table tops. His piercing gaze never leaving her for one second. His eyes simmered with his anger. Natti picked up her mug of steaming hot tea, yet her fear of Seth hardly scratched the surface of her own frustration towards his actions. Seriously, Seth thought he had a reason to be angry with her? She was the one who woke up alone in their hotel room and found his mobile phone left behind on the dresser. By all right, she should be fuming.
Trying to hide her true feelings, she forced a smile. “Morning, sleepyhead. It’s about bloody time you showed up. You look terrible, by the way.”
Seth scratched the stubble on his cheek and collapsed on the bench across from her. “Natara Stone, you are a lot of trouble.”
Natti couldn’t help snicker at his reference to The Wind and The Lion. An old movie which she remembered watching with her father and mother a long, long, long time ago. It also happened to be one of her grandmother’s favorites.
Seth crinkled his brow, his exhaustion sagging his shoulders and deepening the few wrinkles appearing around his eyes. “You have any idea how much of a panic I was in when I found—?”
“Can I get you something to drink?” Renee, the waitress who had taken Natti’s order earlier, interrupted with a tap of her pen to her pad.
Natti watched Seth glance at the beautiful brunette, expecting his usual charm to come on strong. But his bleary eyes hardly took in the waitress’s slim figure. He has no interest in her or in even making a flirty attempt. Which has Natti wondering, where the hell did he go last night?
“Coffee,” he finally said.
The waitress gave him a sweet, flirty smile. “I’ll also get you a menu. You look ravenous,” Renee retorted, obviously emphaticizing the last word. Natti shook her head in disbelief. Seth always had that kind of effect on girls. They wanted him, even when he looked like death warmed over and showed no interest at all.
However, Natti couldn’t blame them either.
“Thanks, Renee,” Seth grumbled, and then turned a hostile glare toward Natti just as Renee disappeared from sight. “Care to explain your reason for that little disappearing act you pulled?”
“Sorry, mate,” Natti said, her British slang showing even more as she attempted to keep a light tone. She took a bite of egg covered toast to cover up the facade. “I only wanted to get out and have a real breakfast. I didn’t think you would mind, considering.” Considering you freakin’ left me in our room, alone. What if the Sons suddenly showed up? I’d be dead! “Besides, I was suddenly starving. That’s a good sign, right?”
“You could have at least left me a note or a text letting me know where you are,” he snarled in return.
“Oh, like the note you left when you disappeared last night?” Natti snapped, her cheerful demeanor slipping to show her real anger. “Real considerate of you, by the way. Leaving a girl in the middle of the night while she’s sleeping. Tell me, is that how you juggled your multiple girlfriends?”
Even Natti was surprised by her rant. She never realized how much she cared who Seth was with. He was a typical playboy and a jerk. He wasn’t worth her time. Yet now, after spending weeks with him, the thought of him with all those other girls smothered her heart.
Seth’s face turned red. “That was different. I planned to be back before you woke up, but I got held up unexpectedly.”
“So I noticed by your appearance.” Her voice weakened slightly, taking in his disgruntled look one more time. “You could’ve at least taken your mobile with you instead of leaving it behind for me to find.”
Seth appeared to fire back when Renee slipped his coffee and a menu in front of him. He froze in place and forced a smile.
Natti rolled her eyes at him, waiting impatiently for Renee to leave. Once the waitress was gone, she continued their conversation. “Where were you anyway?” She danced fork across her plate to scoop up another bite of eggs and piled it on her toast.
Seth took a sip of his coffee. The long silence pulling at Natti’s heartstrings. “I got frustrated, all right? So I decided to take a ride to cool off,” he finally said.
Natti was taken aback. Her blessing didn’t detect a hint of a lie in his words, yet from seeing the Eclipse sitting in the parking lot that morning, she knew he was. Then it hit her: he wasn’t “riding” the stolen car they used to get out of Barstowe. A wave of emotional pain washed over her skin. He was with another girl, getting his leg over her. God, how could she be so stupid? Even now—on the run from his psycho father and cult—he was still playing the field.
What the hell?
Natti stared down at her food, pushing the sausages with her fork. A small part of her wondered who the poor sucker was. The other didn’t really care. Not like she and Seth were dating, or anything, so it really wasn’t any of her business. Yet she couldn’t help be hurt.
Suddenly opening her mouth, she spoke up; a little more chipper than she intended. “You should try the bangers here.” She snickered subconscious at her play on words. “They’re really good.”
The word “bangers” caused Seth to choke on his coffee. Natti wasn’t sure why she had said what she did—especially since it wasn’t actually the proper use of the term—but the reaction put a satisfied smile on her face; knowing she tripped Seth up.
“Wh-What? ‘Bangers’?” Seth asked.
Oh, what the hell? She laughed to herself. She was going to drag this out as long as possible and watch him squirm just a little more. Besides, what would he know about British slang? It’s not like Seth ever traveled outside California before, right?
“Oh, what do you Yanks call them?” She jabbed her fork toward her plate, enjoying this far too much. “Sausages! That’s right! They’re good, honestly. I’ll be happy to give you a taste.”
She was about to stab one of her links and hold it to his face when Seth shook his head. “Oh. Thanks, but no. I’m not that hungry.”
“Says the boy who consumed a family-size bag of chips and a large can of tuna in one evening.” She sniggered, and in one fell swoop, all her tension released. She had her fun, now it was time to move on. She shifted her smile into one that was sweet while her cheeks flushed. How Seth could always make her frustrated one minute, and then feel comfortable the next beyond her. But this wasn’t his magic washing over her like a blanket. This was the real deal. She tucked back her hair. “That could be one reason for your sudden lack of appetite, I guess.”
After a long silence where Seth just stared at her, Natti dropped her fork and shoved some money to the center of the table. His gaze flickered between her and her empty plate, confused. Natti glanced out the window and shrugged.
“I’m sure you can pick up your tab when Renee comes back,” she teased and slid from her seat.
“Natti—” Seth started.
Natti turned to him, still disappointed but no longer angry. He was who he was, and like she told herself before, it wasn’t like they were dating anyway. He was a free agent.
“Don’t worry.” She waved and nodded toward the window. “I’m not going far. Just back to the room, is all. And I have my mobile, if you need me.”
She started to walk away again when Seth grabbed her arm. She stopped and looked down into his beautiful turquoise eyes. They were speaking volumes, whispering his thoughts and more so his guilt. His reasons for last night, whatever they might’ve been, he regretted them. And what was weird, so did she. From last night, him destroying her notebook, the ceremony in the temple, the fire set in the school, all the way to that night at the Pharaoh Festival.
But, really, what could they do about it?
“Um, since you’re clearly feeling better, maybe we should head out of here. It would probably be risky to stay another night, anyway.”
She forced a half-smile. “I’ll start packing. You can pick the motorcar.”
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