That got Bast to look at him, whipping her head around to give him a sneer. "Oh that's right. You live with all those Valkyries. Well then, you'll be just fine, won't you?"
Why had she worried about how their breakup would hurt him? Obviously it hadn't. It wouldn't. He had fallback women in droves to assuage whatever loneliness he might feel. The only pain from this separation was hers. But it was better now than it would be later. If she felt this awful after only being with him such a short time, how bad would it have been if she'd gotten attached?
Which she hadn't. No matter what Ninkasi said. Or Anubis. Or anybody else. She wasn't that attached. And she did not love him.
And obviously he didn't love her because he had those fucking slut bomb Valkyries. Sorry son of a bitch. Barbarian bastard. Fucking-- he'd held her hand. Damn him.
Abruptly, she sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the chaise. In the same swift motion, she stood up, and spinning on her heel, she said, "Hope you all have fun."
And then she stalked off down the beach without a backward glance.