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Linc, or whatever the hell your name is. Where the fuck have you brought me to?” Chaya took a step towards him.
    “My home, in Egypt. Are you ready to listen to reason?” Linc looked at her, apparently unruffled.
    Chaya stared at him in disbelief.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Linc held her gaze as he waited for her answer. When he realised he’d also been holding his breath, he growled low in the back of his throat. Imagine, him, being nervous about her answer. Yet he was. Very much so.
    She was, after all , his. He scrutinised her. Her extremely expressive face showed him the myriad emotions coursing through her. Beyond her, outside the large, glass doors, lay the Nile, lined by large Acacia trees. His home—he could have it how he wanted it.
    He had a favourite place there, where he wanted to take her and make long, slow love in the shade as the world passed them by. There were so many other things he wanted to share with her as well. A barge ride—like the pharaohs had enjoyed—up the river. Danny would like that, too. Another unfamiliar and unwanted clench in his gut hit him at the thought.
    “Are you?” he reiterated his question.
    “Reason?” she seethed, closing the distance between them. “You stand there and ask me if I’m ready to listen to reason? You, who have lied about every single thing? Who came into my life simply because you decided you wanted me?”
    Her entire frame trembled as she squared off against him. He admired that about her—she didn’t back down. Pleased that she understood, he nodded. Apparently a mistake.
    “You arrogant bastard!” Linc almost stepped back at the fury in her tone. “How’s this for reason? Send me home and stay the fuck out of my life. It’s bad enough that you did this to me—treated me like I was a trinket on a shelf, not a person with feelings or thoughts of her own. But…but I let you near Danny, too.”
    Self-loathing coated her words. She moaned with despair and flexed her hands into fists. Her eyes shot flames and he watched her strive for control. Try and fail.
    “My son, who’s become attached to you. It may not even be real. If you can wipe memories, I’m sure you can plant them. So all you are to him is his coach. Not a god damn thing more!” Her chest heaved with each breath she took. “You fucked with my emotions. It’s my fault for letting you. But you dared to bring my son in on this. My son! ”
    Her voice was low and dangerous. He’d not realised she was so pissed. He was a god. A god who’d saved her son from certain death. Moreover, what they had between them was…amazing. This reaction was not what he’d expected.
    And nothing could have prepared him for what she did next. Time seemed to crawl to a stop when she reached to her neck, yanked the pendant and chain from it, and whipped it at him. He caught it purely out of reflex.
    “Send me home, and you and your sister keep the fuck out of our lives.”
    The necklace sat icy cold in his palm. Anger welled up in him. She’d rejected him. He glanced from her to the platinum and gold cartouche pendant in his hand. The diamond hieroglyph symbols mocked him.
    Let her go? Never. She belonged to him.
    Chaya’s face was an unreadable mask. Even her eyes were devoid of all emotion. “Send. Me. To. My. Son. Now. ”
    He did.
    For a minute after she vanished, he stood there and allowed the anger and disbelief to consume him. His roar of fury echoed throughout his home and land. He opened his eyes and clenched his fingers around the pendant until it dug into his palm.
    “Well, that was interesting. Never been thrown out of a mortal’s home before.”
    “Get out, Naunet.” He never even glanced in the direction the voice came from.
    “Iona,” she corrected.
    Now he looked at her. She wore her typical attire. A gauzy chiffon skirt, knotted at her hips. Gold beads and coins made noise as she neared. Around her left upper arm coiled a gold snake whose jewels seemed to glow. An amused