Chapter 18: Ancient Wounds - Isolde

“Thank the Gods you’re here!” He exclaims, then frowns when he notices Valeria behind me, his crimson-red eyes narrow into slits and a snarl begins bubbling in his throat.

“Aqen, she’s my animai,” I say sternly. Fastest way to get him to not question her being here, and it’s not like I’m lying.

He blinks rapidly, his face depicting his shock, but it gets him to relax, “I had no idea. You found your animai? Isolde, that’s delightful news!” He cheers.

I walk over and place a hand on his shoulder, “You can congratulate me another time, right now let’s take care of your animai, hmm?” I say with a kind smile.

He takes a breath and nods, stepping aside and holding the door open.

I look back at Valeria, “Are you coming?”

She’s staring at me in confusion but follows me into the house, “What language were you just speaking?”

“Ancient Egyptian.”

Her frown deepens, “That’s a dead language. People haven’t spoken it for thousands of years; I don’t think anyone even knows how to speak it an