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Son of Set (Descendants of Isis #2)

“. . . the Sons would never just let him go—alive.”

Seth O’Keefe has broken the laws of his god. He never thought he would sacrifice his own future to protect a Daughter of Isis. But when the Sons of Set discovered Natti is the Secret Keeper, he had no choice. Now, Seth and Natti are on the run from his father, who wants nothing more than to see Seth dead. With no allies, Seth turns to the Daughters of Isis for help, hoping they would protect Natti. But when they meet the Daughters, he discovers a secret that puts both their lives in more danger. Low on options, Seth sees only one possibility for survival. He must help Natti solve an ancient puzzle and find the secret name of Ra.

Natara “Natti” Stone is having a hard time swallowing the truth. She can’t believe what she has learned in the past twenty-four hours: Seth is a Son of Set blessed with charm; she is a Daughter of Isis blessed with a sliver of Ma ‘at; the locket her grandmother gave her holds an ancient Egyptian secret linking to Osiris and Isis. That along with being tortured and brutalized by the Sons of Set, she can hardly hold herself together. Thank God for Seth’s touch! That warm, tingling sensation that drowns it all out. Yet her heart struggles to stay focused. She must quickly embrace her destiny before the secret name of Ra falls into the wrong hands.

*Note: Content for Upper YA*

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***Excerpt***

Natti chuckled at his response. “I’ve always thought you could charm a snake, but scorpions? That’s a new one.”
Her reaction lightened Seth’s spirit. Perhaps there was a chance this would pass. Perhaps she would heal. He had to keep those thoughts fresh in his mind. “Natti, have you ever heard of the story of uḥā-t, the seven scorpions of Isis?”

She shook her head.

“Would you like to hear it?” He brushed his finger over her lips, which made Natti smile. He hoped she remembered the same moment he was thinking of; a moment that took place back in a little café where he had shared the story of Isis and the secret name of Ra.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good.” Seth paused, taking in her eyes. “When Set learned that Isis had used Ra’s name to resurrect her husband, Osiris, he sent his worshipers to Isis’s home to arrest everyone residing there for treason. To give her sister, Nephthys, and her sister’s son, Anubis, time to escape and seek shelter in the north, Isis allowed herself to be captured and brought forth before her brother for judgment. Satisfied with his prize, Set imprisoned her in the weaving house of his new palace. It was there she learned she was pregnant with Osiris’s heir, Horus—Set’s rival to the throne.”
Seth gently stroked Natti’s neck while taking in her delicate features. He pictured her as the image of the goddess Isis in his tale, carrying an unborn child that awaited death.

“She secretly turned to the god Thoth, who also realized the immediate danger of the situation. He used his connections in the palace to quickly free Isis from her prison and smuggle her outside the city walls. When she met him, he advised her to follow the river north to meet her sister and seek the council of the goddesses Ma ‘at and Bastet.” Seth took a deep breath, placing another palm full of water to Natti’s throat. “Isis agreed, and that evening, while Set’s guards searched every corner of the city, she traveled under the protection of seven scorpions: Petet, Tjetet, Matet, Mesetet, Mesetef, Tefen, and Befen.

“Now, exactly where Isis had gone during her journey is still unknown, but legend has it that one of her stops was in a small village along the Nile Delta. It was said the scorpions turned to a wealthy family for food and shelter for their mistress. Unfortunately, the wealthy woman of the house turned them away in fright. Overhearing the conversation, a poor fisherman’s wife approached Isis and offered to share her meager meal with the goddess and her guardians. While Isis rested, Tefen decided to take his revenge on the woman who had turned them away. He had the other six scorpions add their venom into his stinger, crept into her home, and stung her son within an inch of his life.”

Natti winced and shivered in the freezing water. Seth shifted, leaning closer to her and running his hand through her damp hair to offer more comfort through his magic.

“Horrified,” Seth continued, “the woman ran into the streets, carrying her child and pleading for help. Isis was woken by her cries and had the woman bring her son into the fisherman’s house. Examining the wound, Isis told the fisherman’s wife to bring barley bread, garlic, and salt. The fisherman’s wife obeyed, and while she collected the materials, Isis used her power to call on the names of the scorpions, thus giving her control over the venom flowing through the boy’s veins. Once she had him breathing again, the fisherman’s wife gave him a bit of the herb bread to complete the spell and give him strength.”

Natti’s eyelids drooped slightly when she turned to look at him. “And he lived?”

Seth snorted a laugh. “And he lived.”

“You know,” she said dreamily, still lost in her fever, “it’s too bad you don’t know the names of the scorpions that stung me or the recipe for barely bread.”

Seth ran his finger along her burning cheek, his jaw set firm with rage. “I might not have the bread, but I definitely know the monsters’ names that did this to you: John Lang, Roger Martinez, Wallis Brown, Christopher Reed, Doctor Jacob Chang, Mikael Petersen, and Sean O’Keefe. The seven high ranking priests of Setemple. And trust me, Natti, they will pay for what they have done to you, I swear by Set.”

The predator growled within him when he made his pledge, craving blood and power, yet the feeling quickly subsided when Natti laid a cold hand gently on his arm. A chill seeped underneath his skin and spread throughout his body. He looked into her eyes before letting his gaze fall to her mouth, realizing what he truly wanted more than bloodshed. Though the predator’s urges were powerful, the kiss he placed on her lips was tender. A gentle fire resonated from within his very core—unlike the usual hungry lust inspired by the beast.