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“. . . 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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Seth wrung a blood-soaked hand towel until the fabric pinched the flesh of his aching palms.
Droplets of Natti’s diluted blood trickled into the running water. When the cotton began to dry,
he drowned it again and wrung it out even tighter. Yet, no matter how sore his hands were, the
haunting bloodstains on the towel wouldn’t wash away. Exhausted and frustrated, he tossed
the towel into the basin. He slammed the faucet off, leaned over the counter, and stared at his
reflection. Dark circles and black kohl accented his turquoise eyes. Large, swollen bruises coated
his lightly tanned skin, each screaming with the slightest movement. Dry blood encrusted his
wrists. His back ached and his knees were coated with grime. Even so, his injuries carried little
pain compared to the memories he was still trying to process: his own father, Sean, drawing
Seth’s Glock 38 on him at the hospital; being chained down in Set’s Temple and listening
to Natti’s screams while his father dosed her with synthetic scorpion venom; watching Sean
enslave her essence; seeing the ceremonial dagger poised over her breast. Seth shoved his fingers
through his copper hair, trying to force the images out of his mind.
A soft moan, a harsh groan, and then a scream echoed from the next room. Seth’s overwhelmed
system surged with adrenaline. He raced into the bedroom of the hotel room. Natti had her back
pressed against the pillows and headboard as she manically swiped at the old, floral bedcover.
She abruptly withdrew her hand with another scream and began to cower, her knees brought up
to her chest.
“I don’t know,” she bellowed. “I don’t know.”
“Natti?” Seth rushed to her side. He stared at the bedcover, trying to determine who or what she
was shouting at.
Natti turned her glassy eyes to him with a gasp. She scrambled sideways, and Seth had to catch
her before she fell over the edge of the king-sized bed. Her panicky screams transformed into
desperate cries for help. Afraid someone would hear her, Seth quickly covered her mouth. She
struggled against him for a brief moment before she finally went limp in his arms. Her silver-
violet eyes were filled with fear.
“Shh,” Seth cooed, trying to keep his own heart from leaping out of his chest. He stared into the
eyes that had bewitched him on the first day they met. When she looked back at him, it was like
she was gazing at a stranger. He swallowed a lump that formed in his throat and slowly raised his
fingers from her lips.
“I don’t know,” she whimpered. “I don’t know. I swear, I don’t know.”
“Natti, it’s me,” Seth whispered, mentally begging the gods to help her. “It’s Seth. We met at
school in mid-September. I rescued you at the festival. I helped you escape from the temple.
Don’t you remember?”
Her body tensed under his hold, and her gaze went wild while she scanned the room. “Oh God,
please. . . . I don’t know.”
She wasn’t paying any attention to him. Her eyes were beginning to dilate, and her body vibrated
with fear. Seth finally called on his blessing from Set, his magical charm, to try to calm her, but
her mind was too wired and her veins throbbed under his touch. She suddenly screeched and
thrashed violently in his arms.
“No. No, stop. I don’t know.” Her anxiety was building. Grabbing hold of her flying fists, Seth
pinned her down on the bed. Her back arched and her legs kicked while she attempted to wrench
herself from his grasp.
“Natti, stop,” he ordered. “Stop!”
About the Author:
During her high school years, Kelsey Ketch could always be found tucked away in a little corner of the hall or classroom, writing her fantasy worlds and creating illustrations and maps. Today is no different, except now she’s writing in the break room at her office building or at the tables of the Barnes and Noble Café in Cary, North Carolina. She is also an avid reader, a part-time book blogger at Ketch’s Book Nook, and lives with her two orange tabbies and awesome and humorous flat-mate.