Horus
in mock surprise. "Really? Me?"
Then he roars with laughter as Sadie tries to drag Amos out of harm's way.
"Amos was in London that night," Carter says, hoping to keep Set's attention on us. "He must've followed us to the British Museum, and you've been controlling him ever since. Desjardins was never your host."
"Oh, that commoner? Please," Set sneers. "We always prefer blood of the pharaohs, as I'm sure you've heard. But I did love fooling you. I thought the bon soir was an especially nice touch."
"You knew my ba was there, watching. You forced Amos to sabotage his own house so your monsters could get in. You made him walk into an ambush. Why didn't you just have him kidnap us?"
Set spreads his hands. "As I said, Amos put up a good fight. There were certain things I could not make him do without destroying him completely, and I didn't want to ruin my new plaything quite so soon."
We don't have time. I need the control now or we're doomed.
Anger bubbles inside Carter. All of a sudden, Amos's odd behavior makes sense. Yes, he was being controlled by Set. But he's been fighting it all the way.
He almost destroyed himself trying to save us. And Set just threw him aside like a broken toy.
"Give me control," I urge him. "We will avenge him."
I've got this.
No, he fucking doesn't!
"No!" I try again. "You must let me! You are not ready!"
Set laughs as if he can sense our struggle. "Oh, poor Horus. Your host needs training wheels. You seriously expect to challenge me with that?"
For the first time, Carter and I have the same feeling at exactly the same moment: rage.
Without thinking, we