"A nymph of some sort," Hathor shrugged, "she was lovely!" A goddess of foreign lands, Hathor mostly like all the gods of far off lands, even the Greeks who had taken so much from them.
"If anyone ever tried to hurt Anouke," Hathor promised her, "then I'd be us and whoever did it would be very sorry." Hathor was the Sweet One but that didn't mean that she wasn't also Sekhmet. She could be stirred to that rage.
To Sekhmet, Shesmu smiled a little. "I go with you," he said. It surprised him how easy and natural it seemed. He would go with Sekhmet and Anouke, wherever they went, and he would fight to keep them. They were his true family now and the idea that he had once run away with it seemed like forever ago. "I'll find myself something to do in New York. This hotel of yours need security?" he asked Hathor.
The love goddess beamed. "Oh, yes! You could both do that! Kick out the lowlifes!"