As useless as the words had been without their object of power, Ammit had been surprised to hear the ancient magic spoken by a mortal. With only a couple of exceptions, it had been millenia since anyone had attempted to harness that power. Her surprise lessened â or perhaps shifted â when she looked up at the crying mortal to see Nefertiriâs face. It seemed the princess still hadnât learned not to play around where death was concerned. Maybe her resurrection had made her arrogant.
She lifted a hand with every intention of making a killing blow â of tasting what she was sure would be a sweet and tender Ba â but only placed her palm against the womanâs tear-stained cheeks. This vessel, empty though it had been, did not want to harm its mateâs.
No concern, she would gain more control of this one as time went on. For now, Ammit could use a guide in the unfamiliar mortal world. Once she was comfortable, and fully herself, she could dispatch the princess and do away with her meddling soul forever.
Until then, Ammit could use the last vestiges of the vesselâs memories to play along as well as she could.
âDo not cry, N-Evelyn,â she said, her voice raspy and deeper than she had expected. âIâm here, too.â She sat up, with some effort, and turned back to the other woman, taking Evelynâs shaking hands in hers. âYour husband is here,â then, as an afterthought, âsweetheart.â
Evy had never felt colder or emptier than in the few minutes when sheâd found herself facing a world without Rick. The warmth of his touch spread through her like fire, and she sat soaking it in for a moment before turning her head to brush her lips against his palm, her heart nearly bursting with joy and relief. Her joy was briefly dampened by confusion when he spoke, however. The voice was unquestionably Rickâs -- hoarser than usual, but that was to be expected; Evy had also had difficulty speaking in the first moments after Alex woke her up. No, what concerned her were the words; they were so different from her husbandâs usual manner of speech. Was something wrong with him?
She blinked and shook her head, telling herself she was probably fretting over nothing. The man had just died and come back to life, and so he wasnât feeling quite himself; that was all. When sheâd first awakened, it had been impossible to tell if she was Evelyn or Nefertiri. Perhaps Rick, too, was experiencing memories of his past life, where heâd been a Medjai assigned to protect her.
âIâm sorry,â she said, scrubbing at her face with the heel of her hand. âI just...thought Iâd lost you for a moment there.â She put a hand behind his back for support as he sat up, then smiled and squeezed his hands when he entwined them with hers. âHow do you feel?â
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