Heart of Ra

July 16, 45 BC

It has been a few days since I have been claimed by Horus. Ra has explained it all to me and I have come to terms with my fate. Once a human bears the mark of a god, they belong to them whether they know it or not. From what Ra has explained, it is our fate to be chosen as the god's mate in a manner of speaking. It doesn't happen very often but when it does, we are forever paired unless the god severs the bond that ties us together. One thing that I have come to terms is, the strength of a bond knows no bounds. I just pray that nothing gets worse than it already has.

She reread the passage that she was able to piece together and furrowed her brows. It didn't make any sense. The fact that this was a diary was true as day but to say it was Ra's was a bit of a stretch. Signing, Cleo sat back in her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose. Maybe those people had a bigger imagination or maybe they had impersonators running around or they were on some sort of drug, she contemplated. It wasn't physically possible for gods to be real, it just wasn't. The conversation with Ramses’ brother popped into her head and she had to admit, if he was being serious then Horus would be a god but then what about Ramses? Furrowing her brows, she thought about it as she stared at the book. The only explanation would be Ramses being Ra himself. If that was the case, why come here and mingle with humans?

“Your face is gonna stay like that if you keep making that angry face.” She jumped and spun in her chair as Ramses leaned against the doorframe with a smirk he was trying to contain. Cleo scowled and crossed her arms as she glared at him. Well if anything Ramses had going for him it was the fact he popped up whenever she wasn’t expecting it.

“Haven't you ever heard of knocking?” He shrugged and walked in her room then sat on the bed.

“I actually wanted to ask you something.” That was a surprise.

“I’m not a family psychiatrist.” He let laughed, actually laughed at her before shaking his head and she sighed, “I wasn't trying to be funny.”

“I'm sorry.” The smile was still plastered on his face and it made her think otherwise, “what made you think I needed a shrink?”

“Well,” was there even a way to put it nicely? Probably not, “you’ve been in your own world since your brother showed up.” He nodded.

“I know. I'm just worried that...he is going to get hurt or wind up some place that he doesn't need to be in.” Cleo wasn't sure if that was the truth or not. But something told her it wasn't too far off.

He hated to lie to her but it was in Cleo’s best interest that she wasn’t involved in any of this just yet. Ramses ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He didn’t anticipate how hard this was going to be until now.

“So what’s the question?”

“My sister is doing a report on souls and she wanted me to see what your input was on them.” he wanted to cringe at the poor excuse that came out of his mouth. Cleo raise a brow and he wasn’t sure exactly if she would by into it or.

“I don’t know how much help I can be but I’ll give it a shot.” He wasn’t sure but he could’ve sworn he heard a little bit of caution in her voice and along with something he couldn’t place.

“For example, King Tut’s soul is being search for but she isn’t sure of the meaning behind it. Is the his actual soul or is it something different entirely.” Ramses watched as she tapped her finger against the arm of her chair while she thought about it. Her black hair was nicely curled and framed her face perfectly. The sun gave her skin that soft kissed glow and her office outfit hugged her body nicely. It didn’t surprise him that she would come prepared but it did bother him that other men would be looking at her the same way he was, with hunger.

“Since we are talking figuratively, I would say it’s sorta like the eye of Ra.” he blinked a few times and looked up into her brown eyes with a tilted head.

“What do you mean?” she sighed.

“Think of it like this; most religions believe that when a person dies, usually malicious ones, their souls don't always pass on. They tend to pass into objects that they were close to and haunt the living. So in other words, it's possible that your sister's character would be looking for object rather than an actual soul. Like you would be looking for something that resembles the eye of Ra and not his actual eye.” He stared at her in complete wonder. The fact that she was basically handing the information that he needed without knowing it, somehow made him guilty but he shook it off.

“You're amazing, you know that?” Cleo shook her head and closed the diary in front of her. Ramses totally forgot about the book. Did she find something? He couldn't help but wonder.

“I’ve always wondered why people stored things in dark places.” She jumped and turned around to see Horus standing there looking around. Her heart was pounding like crazy due to his soundless entrance. After her small theory chat with Ramses, she came back to work and started on more inventory, in the little light she had.

“It's always cool in the dark, and anything old doesn't automatically turn to dust. How did you get in here?” It was restricted access. And he didn't strike her as someone who belonged in a museum. Horus shrugged then smiled.

“I came to see you. And the director was kind enough to tell me where you were.” That seemed unlikely but then again it wouldn't have surprised her. A small squeak made her jump before she sighed seeing the mouse run across the floor. The man in front of her chuckled, earning himself a glare, “I didn't take you to scare so easily.”

“I don't. But it's different when you're basically in the dark with little light.” She huffed then eyed him curiously, “so why were you looking for me?”

“Just wanting to see if my brother was still evolving himself with you.” He made it sound so sexual. Did Ramses talk to him about their time in the bed? Even after telling her that Horus wasn't a good guy?

“Why?” He shrugged.

“Curiosity I suppose.”

“Yeah, well curiosity killed the cat.” He chuckled.

“Satisfaction brought him back.” they were bickering like old friends. How strange was that? Cleo looked at him

“Can I ask you something? Figuratively speaking that is.” A smile played on his lips.

“Of course.”

“Say I believed that you're the god Horus. What would that make Ramses?” The smile appeared and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad one.

“That would make him Ra.” Horus moved towards her and on reflex she started backing away from him.

“But why would two gods be here amongst the humans?”

“Let's just say, there's an old score to settle between brothers.” Her eyes widened as her back thumped against the wall. Great, just what she needed, “I'm curious though, what did my brother tell you?” Cleo whipped her head back to face him only to come face to chest and she had to look up in order to see his face. What was up with these guys being so freakishly tall?

“He said you weren't to be trusted and I needed to stay away from you.” It could've been the lack of light but she swore his eyes seemed to darken. Horus scoffed and moved some of her hair out of her face causing her breath to get caught in her throat and her eyes to widen more.

“Trust me when I say, my brother is far more dangerous than I. He's done worse things than I ever have.” He tilted his head slightly and looked at her thoughtfully, “tell me, how's the reading going?” What the hell? How did he know she was reading? The shock and confusion must've been written all over her face because he laughed. Did Ramses tell him everything after all?

“I don't know what your talking about.” Only three people knew about the journal and her father wasn't one to tell anyone unless he truly trusted them. It wasn't many.

“Oh I think you know I mean the diary your father found.” she felt her heart rate pick up before she sighed. Ramses. It was the only logical reason.

“It's not much of a read. It's so faded and torn the words aren't legible.” Cleo tried to slow her heart beat down but with Horus so close to her, it was hard.

“Are you afraid of me?” She glanced up at him, only to find his face a breath away from hers.

“No.” And she wasn't. She knew she should be but she wasn't. He smirked.

“Good.” Her eyes widened as he kissed her. Something wasn't right. This wasn't happening. He pulled away leaned towards her ear, “de almajhul shuhid.” It was barely a whisper but somehow she heard it. Cleo watched him disappear but still didn't budge. What the hell just happened?