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Kema got up again. She could see the twitch in Thoth's eye, which was never a good sign. "Hey, handsome, can you give me a hand? I want to make sure the house has built enough rooms for everyone tonight, and the magic feels a bit funny."
"What do you meanfunny?" Thoth asked, but Kema was already tugging him to his feet.
"I'll show you. Come with me," she insisted. "This lot will be fine on their own for a bit."
Thoth followed with a confused look on his face. "I would feel if the magic wasn't working properly, Kema."
Kema dragged him through a door that ended up being a cupboard of books Thoth had probably forgotten about storing. She pushed him up against the door and kissed the noise of surprise right out of his mouth. Thoth's hands slid around her waist and pulled her up against him. Kema didn't stop kissing him until the tension in his body softened.
"You okay?" she asked, pulling back from him to catch her breath.
Thoth rested his face on the soft slope of her neck. "They never stop arguing. Everyone is acting so offended that I never told them about Isis. I couldn't break my promise to her. They didn't see how broken she was before she retreated to that island. I thought she was going to destroy herself. I didn't…"
Kema pressed a kiss on the blooming lotus tattoo on his firm bicep. "You were worried about her because you care. That's nothing to be ashamed of. The others are shocked, as Anubis will be. They will get over it."
"And if they don't?" Thoth asked, lifting his bronze gaze to hers.
"Then they pout for a bit and leave us alone for a few months," Kema said, nipping his bottom lip. "Come to think of it, there might be some benefits to having you all to myself."
Thoth's hands slid to her ass and gave it a firm squeeze. "Don't turn me on before a family dinner. It's a cruel and unusual punishment."
"You love that about me. You willreallylove what I have in mind to do to you later if we can get through this dinner without any fights," Kema said and waggled her brows at him.
Thoth hummed and ran his lips over hers. "Depends. What do you have in mind?"
"Get through dinner, and you'll find out," she replied.
"Cruel and unusual," he repeated, kissing her again. "Thank you for distracting me and pulling me into a strange cupboard I forgot—I've been looking for that!" He pulled a book off the shelf behind her. "It belonged to the House of Wisdom in Baghdad and..."
Kema laughed softly and put a hand over his mouth. "Don't get distracted, my love."
An echo of power shuddered through the house, and Kema knew Anubis had arrived. Thoth tucked the book under his arm so he didn't misplace it again.
"I love you, you know that?" he said, running a thumb over her cheek.
Kema grinned wickedly. "Sucker."
"Move," he said and gave her ass a tap. "Let's get this over with so I can take you upstairs and make you orgasm until you cry."
Kema's hand paused on the doorknob as her brain stopped working. "You know what? I changed my mind. I'm sure they can live without us."
Thoth nudged her forward. "Too late. They are your family."
"And yours!"
"You invited them here. See what happens when you tell people where you live? No wonder Isis stays on an island no one can get to," Thoth said, and twisting his fingers with hers, they reluctantly left the cupboard. Kema could only hope Persephone came to her senses soon, or she would go to Isis's island and bring her back herself.
9
Persephone strolled through the library and lightly touched the books and scrolls stacked on the shelves.
What Thoth wouldn't give to get his hands on these?she thought with a grin. Maybe he already knew they were there.
"Are you looking for anything in particular?" Isis asked, appearing unobtrusively at her elbow.
"I wouldn't know where to start. Where did all these come from?" Persephone asked.
Isis ran her fingers over the smooth, dark wood of the shelves. "Some of these came from Edfu, others from my temple in Philae. Those older still were written by me after the Great Floods. Ma'at and Thoth wrote a part of the collection. There are few written by authors and philosophers the world has lost. Ashirah has written about her worship, because she knows all her sacred books and history have been destroyed by men seeking to control the narrative. As is the way through all of women's history."
