·˚𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙫𝙞𝙞𝙞. ༘༄ ꒰𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴꒱ؘ*ੈ✩

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"I'll see you guys later, okay?" Layla kissed your lips softly and leaned over you to do the same to Marc.

"Where are you going?" you set down your phone to look up at her since you had been texting Kate and checking up on her.

"I got a client," Layla tied her hair into a ponytail.

Marc sat back on the headboard beside you, "By client she means smuggling,"

Layla rolled her eyes at him, "I'll be back before you both get out of your beds," 

"Highly doubt that 'cause I'm leaving soon," Marc retorted, but then only leaned further back into the bed.

You snapped your head to him, "Where are you going?" 

Layla too raised her brows at him in silent question.

"Gonna run a couple of errands," he replied shortly.

"I'm getting late. Bye," Layla called out to you both one last time and she walked out of the door, locking it behind her as she left.

"Want me to tag along?" you offered to Marc, watching him pull out the shirt he was wearing to wear a different one.

Adjusting the collar, he turned to look at you over his shoulder, "Lay back and rest, mi amor," he shook his head at you with a fond smile, "I'll be back soon,"

"Mi Amor?" you raised an amused brow, "That's new,"

"Why do you not like it?" he raised his brows at you with a grin.

"Oh no, I love it," you wrinkled your nose in thought, "Including that weird Spanish accent you just did,"

Leaning forward, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, "I'll keep that in mind,"

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📍SIENKIEWICZ PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL, LONDON

A white limo stood waiting in front of the hospital with its windows tinted black, the public around was oblivious to the two gods who were in the vehicle.

"I can't believe you changed out of a thousand-year-old traditional attire into this mortal ones," Heka looked down at his formal suit, "All to show off our grand scheme as fancy thieves?"

"Finishing touches to add to our well-deserved victory, Heka," Khonshu replied smoothly, "Don't complain and relish it,"

"Why did you make me do the same?" Heka gestured down at his cerulean blue and white formal suit he was wearing.

"Shut up, you don't look so bad,"

"Oh, what do you know about sense of dressing, you dumb crow," Heka scoffed sourly, "You wear tissue rolls as clothing, for crying out loud,"

"They are not tissue rolls," he defended.

"To humans they are,"

The car door opened and Harrow was shoved into the seat in front of the two gods. The door slammed on his face and he turned to the front.

"Ah, finally," Heka grinned at Harrow, "I was almost hoping you won't join us. But I guess you can't have everything,"

"Heka," Harrow scoffed, "Quite charming, I must admit,"

Khonshu nudged his friend, "See? I told you you look good,"

Heka deadpanned, "I consider it as an insult for being acknowledged by Ammit and Harrow,"

"Yeah," Khonshu slowly turned to face Harrow, "You wanna know something?"

Harrow scoffed at the pair of them, miming his hands to mock them talking.

"It's quite true. The things Elodie has said about me. And despite all of those, Y/N believes that she is free of me," Heka drawled, "When I know we will cross paths again,"

"And Marc Spector truly believed that after he and I parted ways," Khonshu spoke, "I wanted one of his girlfriends to be my Avatar. Why would I ever need anybody else when he has no idea how troubled he truly is?"

The partition between the driver's seat and the backseat slid open to show a familiar pair of eyes in the rear-view mirror.

"Meet our friend, Jake Lockley," Khonshu introduced.

"Pity you won't be spending much time with him," Heka sighed in mock disappointment, "He's a real treat,"

"Hoy es tu día para perder," Jake nodded to the side, raising a pistol at the man, "Este es para Y/N,"

(Translation - Today is your day to lose. This one is for Y/N)

Alarmed, Harrow tried to negotiate, "Wait─"

But he didn't get to speak as Jake Lockley shot Harrow multiple times, a merry and satisfied smile spreading his lips.

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