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“You mean me?” Brendan laughed again, his nervous energy bubbling up uncontrollably because the talking mummy was saying something very crazy. “You think I’m your Sun? Your what? Your husband?”
“Do you have a better explanation for how you have found me?” Seba tucked Brendan’s hair behind his ear. “Your golden beauty has illuminated my prison of night. You, my Sun, are a blessing from Ra himself.”
Brendan blushed, trying to figure out what to do with the surprisingly delightful way his heart was skipping over itself. He had no idea what Seba even looked like under his wrappings, though that hadn’t stopped him from feeling a very strong attraction to him. It was startling how easy it was for him to believe this was exactly where he was supposed to be.
He’d been so certain that Pharaoh Ramses VIII would be here, but what if there had been something else drawing him out into the sand?
Like destiny?
Brendan stammered, “Y-you really think… I’m beautiful?”
“Of course I do.” Seba chuckled. “You must be aware of how gorgeous you are.”
“I mean, I’m at least a seven out of ten. Maybe an eight because I love my thighs.”
“I do not understand what your grading system means, but you are to be mine. You will spend eternity at my side. I will worship you, adore you, and love you as you deserve.”
“Did you just…” Brendan laughed abruptly. “You… you want me? To be your husband?” He rubbed his head. “Is this the concussion talking right now? Because that, wow, that sounds way too good to be real and not some sort of hallucination.”
“I apologize. You are wounded.” Seba removed the wrappings from one of his hands. It was thick, meaty, and it looked human enough.
Oh, and it was covered in orange fur and each of Seba’s thick fingers ended with a big claw.
Brendan flinched as Seba pressed his palm to his forehead, and he stared in shock as it glowed with a soft light. His entire body was engulfed in warmth, and the pain in his head was gone instantly. Every other ache in his back and shoulders from weeks of excavation were gone too, and he took a deep breath, marveling at the sudden burst of energy surging through him.
“I apologize for any discomfort,” Seba said. “I am a bit out of practice.”
Brendan touched his head where the wound had been, and he found nothing. He stared at the painted eyes of Seba’s mask. “What did you just do?”
“Healed you.” Seba seemed confused. “I thought that was obvious.”
Brendan grabbed Seba’s unwrapped hand. He turned it over in awe, certain that Seba could palm a basketball or two, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “This is incredible! You… You really are a god, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I told you that earlier. Are you sure you are healed?”
“I feel fantastic! Thank you.”
“I do not even know your name, my Sun.” Seba touched Brendan’s hair gently. “Please. What is it? What may I call you?”
“It’s, uh…” Brendan gulped. “It’s Brendan.”
His name had never sounded so lame.
“Brendan.” Seba purred his name with a dreamy sigh. “It’s beautiful and unique. I have never met another with your name.”
“Heh. Thanks.” Brendan fidgeted. “If I was, uh, maybe crazy enough to think about accepting this whole being your Sun thing… How long exactly do I have to make a decision?”
He also wanted to know if he could see what was behind the mask first, but it sounded rude in his head.
Seba brushed his bare fingers against Brendan’s cheek. “I would never force you to make such a choice. If you are not my Sun, then I prefer to wait for him. But if you are… then I’ve waited a very long time, and I will be here when you are ready.”
Brendan leaned into Seba’s warm palm, and he shivered, touched by Seba’s kindness. It was clear that forcing him would certainly be in his power as an ancient god, and Brendan’s heart ached that Seba had been waiting for so long.
The life of a passionately dedicated archaeologist had been rather lonely, but he had to be nuts to even consider it…
“Could we maybe talk or something first?” Brendan fidgeted. “You know, uh, people talk before they get married.”
“I suppose they do.” Seba laughed. “We may talk if you’re agreeable to letting me court you in the way that I am accustomed to as well?”
