Anubis tried not to sigh while he was being dragged to the bar. He had been hoping that Bast was moving out of the funk that she had been in since she dumped that Norse boy.
“Okay, lots of tequila,” he said once they reached the bar. “But you will dance with me before we leave tonight. Or I’ll let Mama know that you’re depressed and you know what she’ll do then.” Isis may be away on business at the moment, but they both knew she would come running back if she thought her children needed her.