It’s not so bad,” Bast said. “We just climb our way down to the river through a few miles of sand, cacti, and rattlesnakes, looking out for the Border Patrol, human traffickers, magicians, and demons—and summon Nephthys.”Sadie whistled. “Well, I’m excited!”“Agh,” Khufu agreed miserably. He sniffed the air and snarled.“He smells trouble,” Bast translated. “Something bad is about to happen.”“Even I could smell that,” I grumbled, and we followed Bast down the mountain.