“Ma’at demands a leader.”“Yeah so I’ve heard.”

“We are servants of Ma’at—order and justice. We don’t kill our enemies for things they might do in the future.”

“Quintus…” Geryon mused. “Short gray hair, muscular, swordsman?”“Yeah.”“Never heard of him,”

“Maybe, standing next to the obelisk of Ma’at, surrounded by the Sea of Chaos, we both realized that restraining ourselves from vengeance is what made us different from Apophis. Rules had their place. They kept us from unraveling.”

“So, yeah. Our cat was a goddess.What else is new?”

“What are you?” She demanded. “My dad? Osiris? Are you even alive?”Dad looked at Anubis. “What did I tell you about her? Fiercer than Ammit, I said.”“You didn’t need to tell me that.” Anubis’s face was grave. “I’ve learned to fear that sharp tongue.”Sadie looked outraged. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah! Bring it on lake!”