Chapter Twenty-Two
“Tisa, why am I not surprised to see you here? Wherever there is crumbling rubble, there you are trying to save it. Ah, and you’re with Horus this century.”
“What are you doing here, Yod?”
“Why, my life’s work, of course.”
There were at least a dozen military-grade guns pointed in the room, held by the ISIS soldiers and Templars alike. I shuddered to think what had happened to our military escort outside.
Yod stepped out in front of his two squads of religious zealots. His blond curls were tucked under a military-style cap. He wore dark fatigues over his honeyed skin. His dark blue eyes looked soulless as he eyed Tres and me. He wasn’t as old as Tres, but the impact of two other Immortals in close proximity sent a wave of nausea wafting through my head.
I had made
