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in allegiance with your sworn enemy. Getting rid of Horemheb would be a huge blow to the Cult of Set. Both of our problems could be gone.”
    â€œI don’t have any problems.”
    â€œRight. Set isn’t a problem.”
    Horus said nothing.
    â€œHe’s a huge problem. You know it. He ripped your eye out. Or did you forget about that little incident?”
    Horus’s ears flared back. “I did not forget about that little incident. Nor will I ever forget about how he killed my father. Ever.”
    â€œThen tell me how to kill Horemheb,” I pleaded.
    Horus bared his pointy teeth at me. “There is nothing to tell, Tut. And we’re done with this conversation.”
    â€œWhatever.” I stormed out of the room. Horus was a big, fat, kitty liar. His non-answers had told me what I needed to know. There was a way to kill an immortal, and Horus knew what it was. And I was going to find out.

 
    5
    WHERE HOMEWORK IS LIKE A VIRUS
    I tried to pretend things were normal the next day at school, but my life had taken a wrong turn down Crazy Street. All I could think about was Horemheb. And the obelisk exploding. And the secret I knew Horus was keeping from me.
    â€œCan you work on our project today after school?” Henry said when he sat down next to me in World Cultures. He had a black shirt on that read, P LUTO: N EVER F ORGET , and in addition to his notebook, he had ten different-colored Sharpies clenched in his fist.
    Ugh, the project. That was just one more thing to add to my growing list of annoyances in life. Maybe it was time for me to drop out of school. Gil was the only reason I was here in the first place. He bet me I couldn’t go a week without asking the shabtis to wait on me, and sure enough, he was right. I’d failed miserably after two hours and ended up back in public school.
    â€œI’m kind of busy today,” I said. Making friends wasn’t my top priority in life. Been there, done that. If someone wanted to be my friend, they could help me get revenge on Horemheb.
    â€œToo bad, amigo,” Henry said as he arranged the Sharpies on his desk. “We need to get it done. Unless you want us to fail.”
    If Henry flunked eighth grade it would only mean one more person who understood the tortures of repeating the same subjects time and time again.
    â€œWe’re not going to fail,” I said.
    â€œMaybe you will fail,” Seth said from behind me. “You could be the oldest kid in eighth grade.” He snickered like he’d made a funny joke.
    If only he knew.
    Tia stomped up in her combat boots just then and sat down behind me, next to Seth. The chair on the other side of me was empty, but she completely ignored that.
    â€œWho’s the oldest kid in eighth grade?” she asked.
    â€œTut,” Seth said. “But he’s also the shortest.”
    I gritted my teeth and let the short comment slide.
    Tia had on basically the same outfit as yesterday, except her shirt was lime green and the streak in her dark hair had magically changed to match. If it was possible, she had more jewelry on. In addition to the ankh pendant, she had a feather pendant and a circle pendant that looked an awful lot like a sun. All three were Egyptian symbols. I was going to ask her about it when Henry opened his mouth.
    â€œSo, today after school?” Henry said.
    â€œI guess,” I said, against my better judgment.
    â€œWhat’s today after school?” Tia asked.
    â€œWe’re working on our project,” Henry said.
    Tia punched Seth in the arm. “We should work on our project today, too.”
    Which is how it worked out that at four o’clock that day I was sitting on the second floor of Martha Washington Public Library next to Henry with Tia and Seth across from us. By the time I dragged myself there, half our class was already deep into project research.
    â€œI think we should do the creepy death box,” Henry