The Love Game (Gods of the Universe: Book 1)

Twenty-Six

I know she's here. I can feel her. My heart is pumping, my blood racing, my nerves sparking, my bones aching with the absolute need to find her, get to her as quickly as possible.

I clutch the scrap of red fabric I accidentally ripped from Lana's dress last night. In my dream. But it wasn't just a dream, if I have this. She was there. She eased almost two week's worth of pain in less than a minute.

Her dress scrap helped in the last ten hours. Kept me sane. Traces of her natural scent remained after the dream, but it was only enough to get me slightly buzzed as opposed to the high intoxication I feel when she's around.

I need her. Like a mortal needs water. If it feels good, all the better.

I think back to the sphinx I threw in Lana's general direction. I know I didn't hurt her-- I would have felt it-- but I hope she got my message; my golden ankh burned into the hide. I told her I was coming for her. Now I am.

With six other gods.

Despite my urgency to go, to find her NOW, Artemis, Apollo, Iris, Arke, Bast, and even my father, Set, had all insisted on going. I don't know how Set found out, but once he confirmed what we were up to, he gave us the choice to either let him come or be locked up.

Obviously, I chose the former.

Now, I run out of patience as they take care of the rest of the guards. "I'm going. Catch up when you're done." Then I tear through the doors, following Lana's pull like a magnet. I hurtle around corners with abandon, reducing various guard monsters to piles of sand with my khopesh.
Nothing can stop me. Not now, even if I want to. She's true north, and I'm the needle of a compass, drawn to her with every part of my being.

Suddenly, I'm standing in front of a set of doors. I can't breathe, and awareness burns me. She's there, on the other side, I know, I can feel it, I'm slightly panicking because of it. Unable to wait, stay away, hold on, I brace myself and crash into the doors and feel weak in the knees with her closeness. I ram into the doors twice more before they splinter open--

Right as Horus bends down and kisses Lana on the lips.

Shock wars with the desire coursing through me, and shock wins. Everything in me freezes, but quickly melts to rage when Horus pulls her closer.

I growl. Oh, hell no. Absolutely not. He can insult me, he can date her, he can almost kill her on accident. Hell, he can kidnap her, and I won't kill him for that. But kissing her? Absolutely not. Now, Horus will die.

So, with really nothing to loose, I lunge forward, rip Horus off of Lana, and punch him in the face.

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