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  See No Evil

  Soul Eater #3

  Pippa DaCosta

  Contents

  Summary

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Scorpion Trap, Soul Eater #4 - Excerpt

  Also by Pippa DaCosta

  About the Author

  ‘See No Evil’

  3# Soul Eater

  Pippa DaCosta

  Urban Fantasy & Science Fiction Author

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  Copyright © 2016 Pippa DaCosta.

  October 2016 US Edition. All rights reserved.

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  All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictions, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Summary

  “Wanted dead or alive sounds like a lot more fun when it’s not my head on the block.”

  Word is out: the Soul Eater has gone rogue and not even the might of Osiris can stop him. Or so everyone believes. That would suit Ace just fine, but after he narrowly escapes an assassination attempt, it’s just a matter of time before those around him end up in the gods’ crosshairs.

  After 500 years on Earth, it’s time for Ace to go home. Little does he know the underworld is hungry for revenge, and what awaits him in the Halls of Judgment could be far worse than any fate on Earth.

  1

  Do you know what paradise looks like? For some, they find it in their child’s smile. For others, it’s a road trip from coast to coast with no strings attached and no commitments. For me, it’s a beer in one hand, an empty beach, and a star-scattered sky.

  I didn’t know what time it was, the weekdays had blurred into the weekend, and I didn’t give a damn about any of it. When the breeze changed, it brought with it the chatter and music from a nearby bar. When it switched back again, the ebb and flow of waves washed the sounds of life away. The ocean, the sky—they were timeless.

  No gods. No magic. No prophecies. No bullshit.

  “I could get used to this.” I raised the condensation-drenched bottle to my lips and took a drink.

  But like all good things, it would come to an end.

  Someone approached, making an effort to be heard. Only Cat had to deliberately make sound as she walked. Her default state was stealth, and her favorite pastime was sneaking up on me and standing close enough to let me know she could have severed my spine with her claws before I could utter a spellword to stop her.

  She dropped into a sitting position on the lounger beside mine, draped her arms over her knees, and stared in that way she did: unblinking and judging, as though she saw into my soul and found me decidedly uninspiring.

  I’d pinned my gaze way out at sea where the moon was spilling its milky light across the black. This was my moment, and I sure as souls wouldn’t let her stare my relaxed state of mind out of me. She could sit like that till dawn for all I cared. I’d earned some peace.

  “You turned off your cell,” she finally said.

  I hadn’t noticed her faint Boston accent until a few weeks ago, after she’d settled into her role as consultant/assistant/spy. It was an old accent, probably left over from her childhood, and it only came out to play when she was pissed—like now.

  “Did I?”

  “You brought us all the way out here for a”—she hooked her fingers into air quotes—“‘vacation,’ and then you’re never around?”

  I side-eyed her and took another swig of beer. “You know, most folks would appreciate a week in the Hamptons.”

  “You might have Shukra fooled, but not me.”

  Cat was as sharp as her claws. She’d also spent three months watching me from the top shelf in my office, hidden inside her four-legged housecat alter ego as she learned everything she could about me before revealing herself as a person and saving my ass from some priests in the process. Not even Shu had spent that long in my presence, and Shu and I were soul-bound.

  “Where’s Shu?” I asked.

  “In the hotel casino. Don’t change the subject.”

  Shukra in a casino? Odds were she wasn’t playing fair.

  After another swig of beer, I turned my head and looked at Cat, and I mean really looked, taking the time to absorb her appearance. She wore tight khakis and a loose-fitting sleeveless V-neck top, displaying the type of toned physique shopping channels employed to sell the latest fad in get-fit-quick equipment. I’d seen her in action, and those muscles weren’t for show. I suspected she kept her blond hair cropped short purely to reduce the chances of an opponent grabbing it in a fight. When attacked, she fought back quick and dirty and with vicious efficiency. She was a killer; the goddess Bastet had trained her that way.

  “Is that a hickey?” she asked. In the low light, I could just make out where Cat’s gaze had landed, and with it came the memory of Bethany-Jane, the woman who’d finished her bar shift a few hours ago and whose apartment I’d left right before taking up my quiet spot on the beach.

  My lips twitched around a smile. “Like I said, vacation.”

  “What are you, eighteen?” Oh, disgust. She didn’t approve of my choices, which was why my new favorite pastime was rubbing her nose in them.

  “There’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults enjoying themselves. You should try it sometime, or do you prefer shaking your tail at local strays?”

  She barely reacted. My feline quips never got a rise out of her, but that didn’t stop me from trying.

  “Do you know what Ammit gave me for my eighteenth birthday?” I asked.

  Her brow rose at the mention of my surrogate mother, the pantheon’s bogeyman—or should that be bogeywoman? Technically, Ammit had been more crocodile than person and more drill sergeant than mother.

  “I don’t think I want to know,” Cat grumbled.

  “She gave me Rameses’s daughter. Recognize the name Rameses?”

  “A few pharaohs went by that name,” she replied decisively. I wasn’t sure how much she knew about the old ways, but I assumed Bastet had taught her the basics.

  “This was the third one. He had twelve bastard children that the pantheon knew of. Not the kindest of pharaohs, but few were besides Hatshepsut.” My mind briefly wandered, until Cat’s edged gaze drew me back. I drew in a deep breath, bringing with it the briny taste of ocean air and damp sand. “I doubt Rameses noticed the girl was gone. She died of a snakebite, I think, but the how isn’t important. After her soul arrived in Duat, Ammit made her flesh for fourteen nights and bound her to my service. My mother expected me to use her as a slave in every way. The girl, finding herself in the underworld surrounded by the dead, was terrified.”

  Cat’s eyes widened. She didn’t like where this story was going. Her mind was already concocting the awful deeds I’d probably committed. She’d seen me lose control. She knew just a fraction of what I was capable of. She might’ve even heard of my underworld crimes. But whatever Cat was imagining, she was wrong.

  “I showed her the Riv
er of Souls and the Halls. In the waning light, the mer, the place of ascension—you’d know them as pyramids—shine like they’re lit from inside. I took her to the weighing chambers and guided her through Duat, the underworld city in all its terrible glory. We walked through the gardens of Ah-dam, and she picked a date from the Tree of Life. Osiris’s tree, of course. Everything there is Osiris’s.” I upended the beer bottle and drank down the remnants. “Her name was Aneksi.”

  “A lovely name.”

  It was. I remembered how it had sounded as I whispered it against Aneksi’s lips. “It means belonging to me. Ammit probably thought she was fulfilling the girl’s fate by cursing her into my service.”

  After a few moments filled with the sound of waves and little else, Cat asked, “What happened?”

  “Why should anything have happened?” I asked, bowing my head to hide my smirk. Cat was intrigued—curious, some might say. I had a whole bunch of curious cat quips I’d been waiting to dust off, but she frowned and spoke before I got the chance.

  “You said Ammit only gave her to you for fourteen nights? What happened after that?”

  “It was a long time ago …”

  She shifted closer. “You don’t remember?”

  “I remember.” I dragged a hand across my chin and scratched at my bristly cheek. Aneksi happened so long ago that the story might as well have been a myth written on curling papyrus for all it meant to me today, and yet a little something fluttered inside. A tiny stutter of emotion left over from another time, another place, another me. “Eighteen and presiding over the Halls of Judgment alongside Ammit, I was an epic asshole.”

  I waited for Cat to say I hadn’t changed and then remembered she wasn’t Shu. Her green eyes searched my face, and the sadness in them told me she’d already jumped to the end, guessing the outcome. That was the problem with immortality: the past was paved with the dead.

  “I didn’t know it at the time, but Aneksi was my first naive and foolish love.” And I had loved the girl, as much as my soul-eater heart had allowed. “I devoured her soul.”

  Cat recoiled, knowing what that meant. I hadn’t just killed Aneksi; I’d destroyed her and any chance she’d had at paradise in the afterlife or being reincarnated. Souls are eternal, as long as they avoid soul eaters.

  “Why?” Cat whispered.

  “After our fourteen nights, Ammit summoned Aneksi’s soul to the Halls of Judgment. Anubis, curious son of a jackal that he is, was there. Half of Duat had gathered, so intrigued by the soul who’d captured the Soul Eater’s eye. In Osiris’s absence, and after I’d refused to, Ammit weighed Aneksi’s heart against the Feather of Truth.”

  By the gods, why was I dredging this up? It had started as a way to unsettle Cat, but I’d fallen into my own trap. This was what happened when I indulged in too much alone time. My little smile had long since died out, and I struggled to keep the corners of my lips from turning down. “When Aneksi was sixteen, a man attacked her in the streets of Waset, robbed and beat her. Her life might’ve ended right there, but she was a brave girl. With the bone knife she carried, she fought the thief off. Had she run, she would’ve lived and her soul would’ve been lighter for it, but she didn’t run. She had a fire in her, a fierce anger. She cut her attacker’s throat and stabbed him in the chest eight times.”

  “You knew. Is that why you refused to weigh her?”

  “She confessed to her sin and begged me to keep her from the weighing chambers. I couldn’t save her.”

  “Ace, I—” Cat’s voice caught.

  I waved her concern away. “This was forever ago. I barely recognize it as my story.” I swung my legs off the lounger and leaned forward, facing Cat’s shining eyes. “Aneksi was already mine. Ammit had seen to that. I devoured her because it had to happen. She stood in front of the crowd, head up and shoulders back, and she looked her fate—me—in the eyes. She had a warrior’s soul.”

  “I …” Cat licked her lips and tried again. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “You remind me of her.” I gestured roughly in her direction. “Not the face, but the spirit. In the same situation, you would’ve cut the guy in two.”

  She blinked, her lips slightly parted and her expression the most confused I’d seen it. “Is my soul damned?”

  I smiled, enjoying seeing her fumble for a response. I could let her sweat, another me might have, but lately, I’d been trying good on for size. “I’ve seen your soul—briefly,” I added after her whole body had tensed to either attack or defend. “I’ve also seen you kill, but you did so for the right reasons. What I saw in you was light. You’re a good person beneath all your homicidal tendencies. You’ve struggled with your moral compass in the past, but it’s steered you right so far.”

  “I—you saw all that?” She laughed a little, nervous laugh.

  I’d thrown her off her stride. I’d have to remember that and try it again. We had a few days left in our vacation. I could fill the time by making the warrior cat squirm, especially if she insisted on tracking me down and crashing my alone time.

  “Yah know …” She looked out at the ocean, throwing her face into profile. “I think the housekeepers are trying to summon a demon. I’m pretty sure I heard chanting coming from the room next door last night.”

  Changing the subject. I’d shaken her all right, and considering the weird little ache inside, I’d unsettled part of me too. When too many memories vied for attention, they each stirred the other, lifting old emotions to the surface. Screw that. I needed another beer.

  “They can go right ahead.” I scooped up my empty beer bottle, got to my feet, and started back up the beach. “I’m not on the job. Unless locusts start raining from the sky or some asshole parts the Atlantic, I couldn’t care less.”

  “Ace.”

  I stopped and glanced back. She was still sitting on the lounger, looking at me like I was the mystery here, not her reasons for sticking closer to me than my shadow.

  “Are we hiding? This place, this vacation … in six months, you never once took a day off.”

  “Stop looking for trouble.” And enjoy your vacation while you can.

  I saluted her with the empty bottle and trudged up the beach. Like I’d said, Cat was sharp—and absolutely right. I may have neglected to mention the warning I’d received from a few underworld contacts or the whispers from concerned clients. Anubis had waited long enough for me to come to him. His jackals were on the offensive, and I was hiding under a resort–shaped rock until I figured out how to survive the God of the Damned and the shitstorm he was stirring up in the underworld. Add to that my newfound notoriety as the Godkiller, and suddenly, the pantheon’s spotlight was right over me.

  “Did you feel that?” The tight note of concern in Cat’s voice halted my steps.

  The breeze continued tossing the bar sounds of laughter and chinking glasses around the beach, but I couldn’t feel much of anything beyond the mild sense of contentment brought on by the beer and Bethany-Jane’s company.

  “I swear, I—”

  A tremble shifted the sand beneath my boots. Cat shot to her feet and looked down.

  “Earthquake?” she asked, looking to me for answers.

  It wasn’t an earthquake. I scanned the length of the beach. Stark white loungers tracked left and right. Lights from the hotels and beachfront homes illuminated the sand, stretching long shadow-fingers toward the surf, but there was nothing ominous beyond the absence of people.

  The sand around my boots rippled, sucking me down an inch. Oh no. “Get off the sand!”

  I bolted for Cat. Eyes wide, she looked down. All around her, the gray sand rose and fell in a slow, undulating wave. She lifted a foot. “What the—”

  I caught her arm and yanked her onto the lounger behind me. The damn thing rocked, threatening to topple us over. “Get off the sand means get off the damn sand.”

  Cat bumped against my shoulder, knocking me sideways. I gave her a shove while trying to maintain some balance, b
ut the seat rocked the other way and tipped like a boat. Cat dropped a foot over the side to stop her fall, and a fleshy, wrinkled tentacle shot out whip-quick, snagged her ankle, and yanked. She staggered, teetering on the edge of the warped lounger.

  “Hold on!” I hooked an arm around her waist and pivoted, pulling her back.

  The tentacle knotted tighter, its thick skin creaking.

  Magic burned the air—a quick blast I recognized as Cat’s natural shifter talent. She twisted and her claws, sharp and precise as daggers, caught the light.

  Too late I recognized her intention. “Don’t!”

  She sliced through the tentacle, cutting clean through it, and then kicked the flaccid appendage off her shoe.

  “What the hell was that?” Cat panted.

  “A vurk, and you just pissed it off.”

  She looked at me blankly. “What’s a vurk?”

  A mound of sand swelled a few feet away, rising up higher and higher until it blotted out the starlight. Sand poured down the creature’s sides, revealing a snake-like body, minus the scales.

  It opened its massive circular mouth. Countless lashing tentacles spewed from its cavernous throat, and the vurk loosed a thunderous roar.

  So much for paradise. “Run!”

  2

  We ran. Fine, dry sand sucked on my boots, draining my speed so that every stride took twice as long. I chanced a look back, expecting to see the vurk chasing us, but I couldn’t see it in the dark. It was with us, though, travelling beneath the sand. “We gotta get off the beach.”

  “Where is it?” Cat slowed, frantically looking around.

  A tentacle exploded out of the sand. Cat veered away from it toward me, the both of us still running. I snagged her arm and yanked her back just as the pincers at the end of the tentacle snapped together where her head had been.

  She picked up speed, legs pumping. “Can’t you spellword it?”