Casandra gave up struggling. Only Anubis remained growling. Nephthys rested upon her chest. Lakis had the net tied to the back of a cart hauled by a small donkey. He did not speak. She tried to talk to him, asked him to explain this, and asked him to tell her this was not true. This was some mistake.
But it was not.
It was his plan all along. She did not fully understand it, but she knew it was not good. This was why he was quiet. He was plotting this all along. He was planning to gain her trust and destroy her.
But why?
She buried her head in her hands as tears fell swiftly down her face. They rested briefly and he tried to feed her, but she did not eat.
“You have not eaten in over two days,” he said, his voice barely audible.