Walt frowned to himself. This guy—Lucas, his name was Lucas, and he was studying the path of Sobek…something didn't seem right about him. He was perfectly nice, of course, but the thing that bothered him was that he was flirting with Sadie. Who, did he need to remind anyone, was his girlfriend.

Walt, Anubis said, just because Lucas is flaunting—

It's flirting, Walt interrupted. Get with the program, Graveyard Boy.

Well, anyhow, just because Lucas is flirting with her doesn't mean Sadie no longer has feelings for us. And no need for the insulting nicknames.

What do you mean, us? You're in my body, Walt grumbled.

You're really a frustrating host, Anubis said.

"No I'm not!" Walt said.

Sadie looked over. "Walt, you alright?" she asked. She blew a bubble with her gum.

Walt flushed. "Uh, just talking to Anubis," he mumbled. Sadie rolled her eyes, smiling. "Behave, Anubis," she said.

Her smile is enchanting, Anubis said.

Shut up, Walt replied. But he had to agree.

As Walt watched Lucas talking to Sadie, Lucas slipped Sadie a piece of paper, winked, and sauntered off.

Something unpleasant, hot and burning, started in Walt's chest. He wanted to wrap that creep in mummy linen and drag him so deep into the Duat he'd never resurface again.

That's a bit over the top, Anubis said. Perhaps just wrapping him like a mummy and leaving him to the mercy of Apophis' remaining minions would be appropriate.

Oh, and you're calling me over the top. Besides, what if Sadie likes Lucas better than us? And leaves? Then you won't have a host, and I'll be left to die a painful death because of my curse.

You think she'd leave the god of funerals and his host for a crocodile?

Excuse me, but you mean 'the exceedingly handsome host of Anubis,' don't you?

"Walt, you look like you're going to go mad," Sadie said, interrupting Walt and Anubis' argument. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Walt gave her a quick kiss. "I'm alright," he said. Sadie raised an eyebrow.

"Listen, Death Boy, I know jealousy when I see it, and you're just overflowing with it. So spill," Sadie told him.

Annoyingly assertive. But in an endearing sort of way, Anubis commented.

"I don't like that Lucas guy," Walt blurted.

Sadie snorted. "And why is that?" she asked.

"He was flirting with you," Walt grumbled. Might as well come out with it.

That's the spirit! Anubis cheered.

Oh, don't you have some funeral to plan? Walt snapped.

Gods, somebody's snappy this evening.

Anubis, I know you're jealous too.

Hmmph.

"And?" Sadie said. A strand of her caramel-colored hair, which had stripes of blue in it, fell in her eyes.

"And…yeah," Walt concluded.

"And that makes you jealous," Sadie supplied.

"Yes," Walt said.

"Well Walt, let me just say that he didn't host a god so he could live for me," Sadie said, "so you have nothing to worry about."

You see, Anubis said, there's nothing to worry about.

Aren't you the one who wanted to leave him to the mercy of Apophis' minions?

Oh, that was just silly banter. And you forgot the part about wrapping him in mummy linen.

Hmmph.

"Well, Walt, we have the afternoon off so why don't we go see a movie?" Sadie suggested. "I've been dying to see Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children."

Walt rolled his eyes. "Cleo showed you her new books?"

"Maybe. Now come on, Death Boy."

And they walked, hand in hand, out the Brooklyn House.