Zahra was dead. At least, she should have been if it weren't for an Egyptian Goddess deciding she didn't deserve to die so young. Yet, Zahra had no memories of the time before becoming an Avatar and it seemed that a trip to a familiar place was soon...
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It hadn't even occurred to Zahra that there might have been something that made sleeping so hard over the few months without her memory: she remembered waking up with nightmares and sweats. Now, she'd had the best sleep she'd had in a long time and, with her memories, she knew those months had been so difficult because she hadn't had Marc in the bed with her.
She'd always slept better with him there, especially when he draped an arm over her and held her like his life depended on it.
"Hi," Marc whispered when he saw she was awake.
Zahra hummed as she tried to adjust her eyes to the sun. The heat didn't bother her but the light streaming onto her face at the early hours was something she forever hated.
"We need to get dressed," said Marc. "We have someone to look for."
"Suit or no suit?" Zahra mumbled as she climbed out of bed.
"No suit, we're not trying to be seen, Z."
"Shame."
"Shame?"
"While I find you slightly attractive in the suit — don't smirk at me, Marc Spector," said Zahra in amusement. "You know mine is still better than yours."
"I don't doubt it," Marc smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "But you don't need that suit for me to find you attractive."
"Are you sure?" Zahra teased. "Mine is shiny... lot less 'mummified' than yours."
"I don't want to be shiny," Marc scoffed. "I just need it to protect me."
Zahra rolled her eyes.
"Mine does both! Omari always said—"
"Who even is that guy, Z?"
"Omari is my friend, he helped me and stayed with me since," Zahra replied. "He's an astronomer and spy so Nephthys liked him, he'd look after the people we were saving while I...you know. And nothing ever went on like I think you're insinuating, it wasn't like that."
Marc nodded as Zahra placed a knife in her combat boots, something she had learnt from Marc while they fought together. They were hunting down people that they knew had information on where Harrow could possibly have gone with the scarab. Time was running out.
"I think I'm faster than you now," Zahra grinned as she ran onto the rooftop alongside Marc. "You lose, American! Ha!"
"Shut up, Z," Marc grumbled, spotting the people they had gone after.
Zahra frowned as she skidded to a stop, spotting the dead body on the floor. She didn't know why he had to die but she doubted he got a chance to get out of the situation.
