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He was Seth, the god of chaos and storms. And precisely the person I was supposed to be looking for.

"Menhit, are you okay?" Bastet asked.

"Hmm? Yes, fine." I tried not to let the panic overtake me as I tried to work out what to do with the information. It was hard not to feel a sense of betrayal, but at the same time, he had no idea that I was a goddess either, so I didn't really have the right to be annoyed about that.

"If you're sure..." A worried expression dominated Bastet's face, but I ignored it.

"I am." I picked up my drink and took a sip of it. I had no idea what I was going to do about the situation I'd found myself in, but it was going to take careful consideration. Especially because I felt like the connection the two of us had built was too real for me to want to throw it away.

Chapter 4

Menhit

I stared at my laptop screen, unable to tear myself away from reading everything I could about Seth online. I knew it wasn't the best way to get to know him, and that most of the information that would be there was either not an outright lie or half the truth, but I couldn't seem to help it. I wanted to get a sense of who the man I'd been talking to really was. I'd heard all of the rumours, and already knew that I didn't believe them, but that wasn't enough for me. I needed to know more.

I supposed I could ask him, but it had only taken a few well-placed questions for me to realise how bad an idea that would be. Even amongst the gods, he was a notorious recluse who had barely been seen in years.

Probably because he didn't want people jumping to conclusions about the kind of person he was.

Guilt travelled through me. Wasn't that exactly what I was doing by searching online for information about him rather than trusting my instincts about the person I'd been talking to for weeks?

This was ridiculous. If I wanted to know the truth, then all I needed to do was message him. It was as simple as that.

I picked up my phone. I needed to go straight to the source. The budding relationship the two of us had been building deserved that much. And while there were secrets on his side, there were on mine too. I had to trust that we'd both been as honest about who we were inside as we could be. What did names and immortality matter beyond that?

I hovered my finger over the send button. I clicked before I could start overthinking whether or not it was a good idea.

Moments later, my phone buzzed. At least that confirmed that Saul was waiting for my messages as much as I was waiting for his.

No, not Saul. Seth. It was hard to keep what to call him straight, but I was going to manage it.

I took a deep breath. I stared at the message, willing myself to have the courage to send it, but I couldn't bring myself to. I deleted it before I sent it.

I winced at the lie, but I didn't know what else to say in response without admitting that it was a backup question and not the one I really wanted to ask.

I relaxed a little now that we were moving away from revealing his identity.

Nerves fluttered within me. Despite being certain that Saul and Seth were the same person, the answer to this question was surely going to confirm whether that was the case.

I let out a relieved breath. It wasn't complete confirmation, but it was enough.

I get to my feet and make my way through to my kitchen to make myself some coffee while I'm waiting for him to respond, but it's mostly for something to do with my hands. A distraction is definitely something I needed right now.

Did he realise that he was giving away his identity with some of his answers? It didn't seem likely, but that was mostly because it seemed unlikely that he realised it was something anyone could work out.