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allow him to manipulate me, and stood my ground.
    Folding my arms across my chest, I suppressed a shiver and hissed, “Answer my question. How did you get up here?”
    Amon lowered his hand and frowned. “The man who guards the golden box showed me how to find you.”
    “Stan?” I shook my head. “No. That’s not possible.”
    He gave me a long look and sighed. “Many more things are possible than you can imagine, Lily.”
    Apparently.
And now common sense told me I needed to get away. I backed up a few steps and sidled a little closer to the open glass door. “What do you want from me, anyway? Why are you following me?”
    “We are…connected, Lily.”
    “Connected,” I repeated flatly.
    “Yes. I have done a spell that has tied my
ka
to yours.”
    “Your ka? What the heck is that?”
    “Ka is like…” He slapped his palm against his head and walked away, his white skirt swishing around his muscular thighs.
    With his back turned to me, I got a good view of his broad shoulders and his strong arms, which were only slightly less distracting than his wide chest and very nice abs. I shook my head to clear it. Was he really the most attractive guy I’d ever seen, or was he just manipulating me into
believing
that he was?
    He spun around quickly and though he didn’t seem to notice my gaze redirecting from his body to his face, my cheeks burned. This time I didn’t get the sense that he was aware that I found him attractive. I frowned as I acknowledged that those feelings had come from my own head and not his.
    “It’s like a life force,” he continued. “My life force is tied to yours.”
    “I still don’t understand. Are you trying to say we’re soul mates?”
    “Mates?” This time color stained
his
cheeks. “No. We are not coupled in that way.”
    I couldn’t help it. I snickered. Biting my lip, I wondered if I should be glad or insulted that he didn’t like me like that.
    Amon suddenly seemed nervous and dropped his eyes. “Your”—he gestured to my midsection—“inner workings, your viscera—the stomach, lungs, liver, intestines, even your heart—are linked to mine. This connection has caused you pain. I am sorry for this, but I was desperate. You see, I cannot survive long in this world without my jars of death, and since—”
    I held up my hand. “Wait. A. Minute,” I said, punctuating each word. “Are you saying that you’re borrowing my ‘inner workings’ because you couldn’t find your canopic jars?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you’re serious?”
    “Yes.”
    There wasn’t even a hint on his face to say he was anything but sincere.
All right.
I decided to go along with the craziness for just a moment and try to figure out what exactly was getting lost in translation. At least I was now getting
some
answers.
    “So you’re saying that I’ve been feeling sick because of this spell you cast.”
    “Your thoughts are correct.”
    “And so…you’re what, exactly? An organ vampire?” A mind-melding vampire was something I understood if not believed in.
    “I do not understand ‘vampire.’ ”
    “You know. A bloodsucker. A garlic hater. Turns into a bat. A sparkly demon that avoids sunlight. That sort of thing.”
    “I do not avoid sunlight; the sun strengthens me. And I do not drink blood.”
    “Uh-huh. So that makes you a…” I did the mom trick and waited for him to fill in the blank, but he just stood there looking at me.
    “Okay,” I said, embracing my inner sarcasm. “Then choose the answer that best applies to you. ‘I am (a) crazy, (b) a tanning-slash-workout junkie, (c) an ax murderer looking for a place to put his organs, or (d) a figment of Lily’s very inventive imagination.’ ”
    He frowned. “I am lucid of mind, Lily. I do not understand ‘tanning,’ and the only lives I have ever taken were those of evil men.”
    I was about to ask a question about the killing of evil men when Amon strode boldly toward me. Again, I found I couldn’t move, though