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gods who
know and appreciate what is at stake and are willing to fight to save humanity.
Mother has made arrangements to correct our course and to make things better
for gods like you and me.”
    “Can she conjure miracles?” Siya quipped.
    “Apparently so. Asar has wed her daughter.”
    Siya laughed and shook her head. “You think me a
fool? The Mother Goddess has many children, but not of her own blood.”
    “You must trust me on this. Three females of human
blood are being protected by the God of the Underworld himself. Two have
already transitioned to their demi-god forms.”
    “Trust you?” She glared at him, stunned at such
bold-faced lies. Now he wanted her to believe the Mother Goddess broke the most
ancient of laws—siring demi-gods.
    “They are the key to the cursed. The key to
destroying Apep.”
    Siya raised her hands, silencing him. “Stop. I
will hear no more of this.” Even if they did exist, a demi-god had no chance
against Apep. Siya had been there at the final siege. Although victorious, she
had lost three quarters of the legions in the battle. “Humans have no place in
a war among gods.
    “Fine. Do not believe me, but Mother will unite
the Pantheons. If she fails, we all die.”
    “Speak for yourself.”
    “The Creation Pantheon is not Apep’s only target.
No one is safe.” Haru stepped forward and grasped her shoulders. “You cannot
protect them. They will not be spared.”
    Twice in twenty-four hours she had been told that
very same thing. She scratched the base of her neck. Her fingertips grazed the uneven
flesh. Maybe Menthu and Haru were right—she could not save them. She shrugged
out of his grasp, hating the uncertainty that came into her mind. Failure was
not an option. It never had been.
    “I have watched you from a distance, caring for
the humans and saving those boys. Your mother would be proud of you.”
    Siya looked away, not wanting Haru to see the
emotion playing tricks on her soul. “The younglings should not even be there.”
    “Maybe this is part of Mother’s plan.”
    “Pretty sucky plan.” Her mind strayed to Henry’s
sighting. She needed to find the youngling. The unrelenting compulsion
consolidated in her chest. Only when the youngling was safe would she be granted
relief from its burden.
    “They are well cared for and have a great mentor,”
he said softly, his eyes bright with admiration.
    “You have far too much faith in me.” A medal for
valor on the battlefield she would accept graciously. The misplaced sentiment
of her as a nurturing mother made her skin crawl.
    “In times like these, faith is all we have,” he
said.
    “Faith is for the weak and powerless,” she hissed
and turned her back to him. Her mother had more faith than most, and it did not
save her. With an abundance of power and strength, Siya had little use for
faith.
    “Then we are all dead,” he concluded. The flash of
light and heat following his departure did little to warm her now chilled body.
    She blew out a breath and stared out over the
endless black sea. “Why are you doing this to me?” Her question carried out
into the abyss. Siya’s loss over the centuries pained her greatly, yet she
lived on. Why could her mother not find the strength? If she had, Siya would
not be standing here alone, a mere dot in the vast universe.
    The weight on her shoulders bore heavily upon her.
Had she come to her end, like her mother? The torture of waiting for that
fateful day of her execution hung like an oppressive black cloud on her soul.
    She sighed, knowing full well until that moment
came she would carry on. In the meantime, she stripped off her clothes and
padded down to the water’s edge. The gentle waves kissed her feet. She dove
into the water, seeking to wash the burdens away. The warm fluid wrapped her in
an intimate embrace and cradled her in a weightless state.
    A silent lover without prejudice or premeditation.
    Only here did she find relief, suspended and closed off
from her