But something was wrong with this one. Instead of a tail, it had a head on both ends. At first I thought we’d caught some luck, and Menshikov had summoned a monster with a rare genetic birth defect. Then the thing sprouted four dragon legs. Its body grew until it was the size of a draft horse, curved like a U, with mottled red and green scales and a rattlesnake head on either side. It reminded me of that two-headed animal from Doctor Dolittle. You know—the pushmi-pullyu? Except Doctor Dolittle would never have wanted to talk to this thing, and if he had, it would probably have said just Hello, I’m going to eat you.
Both heads turned toward us and hissed.
“I’ve really had enough snakes for one week,” I muttered.
Menshikov smiled. “Ah, but serpents are my specialty, Carter Kane!” He touched a silver pendant hanging over his necktie—an amulet shaped like a snake. “And this particular creature is my favorite: the tjesu heru. Two hungry mouths to feed. Two troublesome children. Perfect!”
Sadie and I looked at each other. We had one of those moments where we could read each other’s expressions perfectly.
We both knew we couldn’t defeat Menshikov. He’d let the pushmi-pullyu snake wear us down, and if we survived that, he’d just blast us with something else. The guy was a pro. We would either die or get captured, and Bes had warned us about not getting taken alive. After seeing what had happened to that demon Death-to-Corks, I took Bes’s warning seriously.
To survive, we’d have to do something crazy—something so suicidal Menshikov would never expect it. We had to get help immediately.
“Should I?” Sadie asked.
“Do it,” I agreed.
The tjesu heru bared its dripping fangs. You wouldn’t think a creature with no back end could move so fast, but it bent both heads toward us like a giant horseshoe and charged.
I pulled my sword. Sadie was faster.
She pointed her staff at Set’s malachite jar and yelled her favorite command word: “Ha-di!”
I was afraid it wouldn’t work. She hadn’t tried the destruction spell since she separated herself from Isis. But just before the monster reached me, the green jar shattered.
Menshikov screamed, “Nyet!”
A sandstorm exploded through the room. Hot winds pushed Sadie and me against the fireplace. A wall of red sand slammed into the tjesu heru and sent it flying sideways into a malachite column. Vlad Menshikov was blasted right out of his protective circle and banged his hea
d on a table. He crumpled to the ground, red sand swirling over him until he was completely buried.
When the storm cleared, a man in a red silk suit stood in front of us. He had skin the color of cherry Kool-Aid, a shaved head, a dark goatee, and glittering black eyes lined with kohl. He looked like an Egyptian devil ready for a night on the town.
He grinned and spread his hands in a ta-da gesture. “That’s better! Thank you, Sadie Kane!”
To our left, the tjesu heru hissed and flailed, trying to get back on its feet. The pile of red sand covering Vlad Menshikov started to move.
“Do something, Evil Day!” Sadie commanded. “Get rid of them!”
Set winced. “No need to get personal with the names.”
“Maybe you’d prefer Rockin’ Red Reaper?” I asked.
Set made a picture frame with his fingers, as if imagining that name on his driver’s license. “Yes…that is nice, isn’t it?”
The tjesu heru staggered to its feet. It shook both heads and glared at us, but it seemed to ignore Set, even though he was the one who’d slammed it against the wall.
“It has beautiful coloration, doesn’t it?” Set asked. “A gorgeous specimen.”
“Just kill it!” I yelled.
Set looked shocked. “Oh, I couldn’t do that! I’m much too fond of snakes. Besides, GETM would have my hide.”
“Get ’em?” I asked.
“Gods for the Ethical Treatment of Monsters.”
“You’re making that up!” I yelled.