Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I stumble back and fall onto the couch again. “Your eyes!”
The air around me smells like fresh grass and flowers, and his eyes become blue like the sky. His hands are clenched into fists, and pieces of dirt fall from them onto the floor like he’s crushing the earth. The minute the dirt lands, it explodes into a blue star, only to disappear. I wonder if he even realizes he’s freaking me the hell out and also doing that.
“Oh, shit!” someone says from the door.
I turn, petrified out of my mind, and see Tarek sipping on a cocktail and shaking his head like he’s disappointed. “You can’t just go full god on someone like that, Horus. Swear it’s like you’re the worst managed immortal I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen things, bro, so many things.” He sips the rest of his drink and waves with his other hand. “Hey, there.”
“Hi.” The word squeezes out in a terrified rasp. I don’t even lift my hand.
He waves me off. “I got this.” He walks over to Horus and snaps his fingers in front of his face, then slaps him. “Wake up, big guy.”
Horus shakes his head. His eyes go back to normal, and he stares down at his hands. “Impossible. I’m limited in this timeline.”
I raise my hand. “Did someone slip mushrooms into something I ate or drank today?”
“’Shrooms.” Tarek laughs. “Classic.”
“No, not classic, scared.” I point at myself. “Can I go home now and pretend none of this ever happened?”
Horus waves his hand at the door; it shuts and locks.
Tarek grins. “I think that was a no. Not sure, but based on the all-around feel of the room, the look on his face, and the fact that he just slammed the door, you’re stuck with an angry god. Good luck, cheers.” He freaking starts whistling as he walks off, then enters what must be a bedroom and shuts that door.
“Seriously?” I’m more pissed than scared now.
“That,” Horus says, pointing behind him, “was a werewolf.” He shakes his head. “Amateur.”
“Like I would know!” I yell.
“They are inferior!” He yells right back.
Tarek pokes his head out of the door. “Actually, we’re literally the gods of the earth, and I’m a prince. You’re the inferior dude who is stuck out of his timeline. Okay, byeeeee.”
He closes the door again.
I glance from the door to Horus, then back to the door, then to Horus. “Out of your timeline?”
He runs his hands through his gorgeous blond locks. “It’s a long story about saving the world. Care to hear it?”
“You?” I point at him.
He glares. “What do you mean me? Yes, me!”
“You yell a lot.”
“You’re disrespectful! People used to worship me!”
I snort out a laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry, you were serious.”
His skin turns a funny shade of pink. “On your knees.”
I laugh. “Oh no, I’m not doing that, even if you are a god.”
“I meant in worship, but the alternative doesn’t sound so bad either.”
I slap him across the face so hard my hand stings, then immediately use the same hands to cover my face, so he doesn’t reciprocate.
When nothing happens, I peek through my fingers. He’s staring at me, jaw hanging open, eyes wide. “You slapped me.”
“You were being rude,” I whisper.
He hangs his head, then turns around and mutters, “I need a drink.”
I follow him into the modern kitchen. Ignoring me, he grabs a bottle of whiskey, starts chugging it directly, and then puts it down like he’s disappointed. “Can’t even get drunk here; the best is a light buzz that fades after ten minutes.”
“Sorry?”
He looks over his shoulder. “What are you?”
“Human, apparently.” I cross my arms.
“You’re staying here. You can have my bed, I’ll take the couch. But first things first, you get a little history lesson since we can’t erase your memories.”
“Something tells me this won’t be a fun lesson.”
“You get spanked if you get answers wrong.” He winks.
My entire body buzzes. “Wh-what?”
He breezes by me with his bottle. “You’re blushing.”
“No! I mean, I was just taken back.”
I follow him back into the living room, confused like crazy but unable to leave, afraid to say something wrong, and still under the impression something weird is going on. I mean, obviously, or maybe I’ve completely lost it.
Wouldn’t that be just great?
Horus sits down on the couch. I sit down far away from him on the same couch, he stares down into the whiskey bottle, and his next words might stay with me for the rest of my life. “I’m Horus, the Egyptian god of the sky.”
CHAPTER NINE
異体同心
itai doushin
“Two bodies, same heart.”
~Japanese proverb
Horus
She looks at me like I’m an idiot.
I don’t really know how to respond to that look. Her mouth is slightly parted, her full lips pink and tempting. I just told her I was the god of the sky, and she’s staring at me like I’m an idiot.