KATHERINE POV
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that. In the alpha Office, wrapping our heads around the truth my father spit out that very morning.
Keegan held me close, his arms strong and grounding, his scent—sandalwood and musk—wrapping around me like a lifeline.
My heart was still racing. My thoughts weren’t my own. They kept circling that one name—Nouteth—that impossible truth: Hathor was a deity, or half-deity.
Or maybe not so impossible.
Because deep down, under the layers of disbelief, I could feel something pulsing. Something ancient. Something vast.
Something begging to be unleashed.
And it scared the hell out of me—because of the words my father said about Seckmeth.
What if I snap? What if one day the wrong word, the wrong loss, the wrong look makes me crack? What
