Kigal flexed her clawed fingers and fought against the urge to tilt her head back and scream into the blinding sky. Her knuckles turned white. Snatching up a rock at her feet, she then hurled it as far as she could.
“It was over two centuries ago,” said Nergal. He sat with his head propped in his hand, lounging beneath the shade of an anemic acacia tree. “I doubt you’d be able to find him after all this time.”
“I would be able to find him. I’m the Goddess of the Dead.”
would“Yes, Goddess of the Dead. Not Goddess of Bloodhounds.”
She harrumphed. “Are you going to help me or are you going to sit there and watch?”
“I’ve enjoyed watching thus far. Plus, you’ve already dug up the vast majority of the entire Bone Field.”
Kigal straightened and wiped the sheen of sweat from the back of her
