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

circling around me as he bobbed and weaved. “I can teach you how to float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. I trained that other guy, and he turned out okay, so I’m sure I can train you.”
    “Other guy?” I asked as Khufu continued to throw punches at a nonexistent bad guy.
    “Yeah,” Khufu grinned. “This one time a gorgon broke into Hades tomb of the damned, and I helped stop it. As thanks, I got to spend a few days topside.”
    “Is that so?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at the mummy. I had a feeling he was lying, but he didn’t seem like he was. Then again, this was Khufu, all of his stories had to be taken with a heaping bucket of salt.
    Khufu stopped shadowboxing and stared off into space like he was remembering a particularly fond memory. “Yeah, I met a young kid while I was out and about. I taught him a few things to keep him from getting beat up.”
    “Uh, huh,” I said, walking past him. “Let me know when you have a true story to tell.”
    “If you don’t believe me, you could ask him. He might still be alive.” Khufu shrugged.
    “Oh? What’s his name?” I asked, half chastising myself for going along with the pharaoh’s obvious delusion. It would be just like him to send me to ask someone who had never heard of him. Then the person would look at me like I was a crazy person while Khufu laughed his butt off.
    “Cassius Clay, Jr.” Khufu stared at me so seriously it was unnerving.
    “And now I know you’re lying,” I replied, laughing at his audacity. “You honestly expect me to believe that?”
    “Go ask him when you get back.” Khufu dared. “Either way, I can still train you.”
    “Yeah, I’m good.” I smirked. “I’ll wait for my badass shaolin monk.”
    “Suit yourself. But if you come crawling back to me asking for training, I’ll tell you exactly what I told that George Foreman guy.” Khufu grinned at me. “I don’t want a damn grill.”
    “And this is exactly why I dislike you beyond words,” I replied, shaking my head as we began walking across the sand toward the temple of Osiris so we could find a god no other gods had been able to locate. It sounded crazy, but so had the idea of Khufu training Muhammad Ali and I’d almost believed that. Almost.
    “Whatever, Thes. You love me.” Khufu socked me on the shoulder. The pain of it radiated down the entire side of my body, but I ignored it. “Admit it.”
    “No,” I said, turning to fix him with my best glare but stopped short when he held out his palm toward me, displaying two small seashells the color of lilacs. I barely remembered them. We’d found them while searching for some sort of magical object to stop Apep, but I had no idea what they were supposed to do. He must have kept them. Then again, he’d kept a lot of the stuff we’d found, so that wasn’t really a huge surprise.
    “If you don’t admit it, I won’t let you have one of these.” He waggled the seashells at me. “And I know you want one so we don’t have to walk the several miles to Osiris’s temple.”
    “I don’t even know what those do, so I’m not telling you a damn thing.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.
    “These seashells, when eaten, teleport the eater to the temple of Osiris. I’ll admit, it’s sort of a single use item but being that we want to go there, seems to be just the thing to get us there. As long as you admit you love me,” he replied, a smug expression on his face. “Clock’s ticking.”
    “Hatred. Overwhelming.” I said, exhaling explosively.
    “Time’s almost up.” He popped one seashell in his mouth and stuck his tongue out at me. The seashell rested on the very tip. “You know what happens when I swallow this?” he asked, but it was hard to make out since his tongue was out of his mouth. “I get transported to the temple of Osiris, leaving you to wander the desert alone.” He began slowly retracting his tongue into his mouth. “Enjoy your walk.”
    “Fine,” I