A blur of black catches my eye as my jackal skitters away from me.
"Matia!" I call out.
She ignores me, and for the briefest second, I panic thinking that Anubis is done with me. Or I do until someone crouches down to fuss her and I sigh with relief.
"Hey," I say, stepping closer to Nik. "Am I glad to see you."
He straightens and leans in to kiss me quickly. "Was it that bad?"
I shake my head. "No, I just thought I knew a lot about religious ceremonies and everything they entailed, but I had so many questions."
"Ah, and I"m your spiritual guide, I see."
"I think technically, Khafre is my spiritual guide," I counter.
Nik chuckles. "But with your Blessed Mentor back in Paris, I"m the best you"ve got."
"You"re just the best." I kiss his cheek, turning in time to catch the High Blesse
