Chapter Seventeen
"I hope this room is to your liking," Seth said, a satisfied smirk dancing over his face.
"Yes," I lied. Kind of. For the purposes of my mission, the room was fine. In reality, it definitely wasn't. The only furniture was a stool which looked as if it was about to collapse, and the tiny window barely let in a slither of light.
Hopefully, Seth's plans involved me leaving this room soon, as I didn't think I could spend much time in here without going stir crazy.
"I'm so glad you've thought things through and decided to join us again, Hathor," he said, too much satisfaction in his voice for my comfort. Why did he have to be the kind of person to taunt his enemies?
Oh right. Because that was part of who he was. Seth liked to play with people, I knew that. A small part of
