Unwrapped: An Urban Fantasy Adventure (Werewolves vs. Mummies Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

sure,” I replied, fixing him with my best ‘I can’t believe you let me get punched by the Egyptian Superman’ glare.
    “Think about it, Thes. You wouldn’t have listened to me if I’d wanted to avoid going straight there. You’d have whined and bitched until I capitulated. I was just saving time by cutting to the chase.” He sighed heavily. “You might say I’ve been to this particular rodeo before.”
    “I’m not going to admit you have a point,” I said because he really did. That was probably exactly what would have happened. I’d never quite trusted his judgment even though the pharaoh had shown me time and again, he was so many steps ahead of me, he might as well have been on the roof while I was stuck in the basement. “But I’d like to know what your plan is for going forward.”
    “We’re going to find Osiris and ask him very nicely to help us out,” Khufu replied like it was a completely reasonable suggestion. “You can do that, right? Be nice?”
    “I thought Anubis said he had disappeared himself a while ago?” I asked, ignoring his barb as I caught up to him. It was no easy task because even though he was walking, I was still kind of out of it.
    “Which is why I said find . Honestly, Thes, learn to keep up.” The mummy smiled at me, and I wondered if his statement had a double meaning. “It shouldn’t be too hard to find him.”
    “The other gods haven’t found him…” I let my words hang in the air and not because my lungs were burning from the pace.
    “I think that might be because they’ve been too busy to look for him effectively, what with the mummy uprising and Apep on the loose. Gods are busy creatures, and what’s more, they don’t really care about each other all that much.” He shrugged. “You should avoid their family dinners, should you ever find yourself invited.”
    “So your big plan is for us to just go and find Osiris because the gods haven’t tried hard enough?” I asked, barely resisting the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake the stupid out of him.
    “Unless you have any other bright ideas,” Khufu offered, raising one bushy eyebrow at me. When I shook my head, he continued. “We’re going to start by going to the temple of Osiris and asking them to help us. Since we won’t be concerned about making the pesky mortals bow down and worship our awesomeness, I’m sure they’ll talk to us.”
    “And if they don’t?” I asked, remembering how the priests at the temple of Ra hadn’t exactly been forthcoming. Then again, they’d been infinitely more helpful than the priests in Set’s temple, you know, because they’d all been killed.
    “Then I give you my permission to eat them.” Khufu grinned. “Unless you don’t think you can beat up some eighty year old priests.” I was about to spout off about how Menes had just gotten lucky, but thought better of it. Something told me that the guy wouldn’t appreciate it, especially since he had made a point of remarking on it beforehand. No, I had no choice but to accept the obvious. That guy had opened up a can of whoop ass on me and there’d been nothing I could do about it.
    “You just wait,” I said, chewing on my words. “One of these days I’m going to come upon a monk wandering the desert, and he’s going to teach me all sorts of martial arts. Then I’ll come back here and stomp a mud hole in that guy’s ass.” I jerked my thumb in the direction I hoped the prison of the gods stood.
    “You know, Thes,” Khufu said, stopping to look at me with a deathly serious expression on his face. “I could train you.”
    I stared at him for a long while, trying to decide if he was joking, but it really didn’t seem like he was. “To fight?” I asked.
    “Yes,” he replied, shrugging his massive shoulders. “I am a pharaoh. We’re all taught how to fight. In fact, we have the best tutors in the whole land.” Then he dropped into a fighting stance and began shadowboxing at me,