The moment crystallizes in my mind. There’s Sobek, holding the small golden egg that can help us cast the spell to stop Set. Beside him is Camilla, whose face is a mask of calm. I’ve no idea what she’s thinking. And there’s me. My heart thuds in my chest.
Camilla can be healed.
“As you can see,” says Sobek. “I don’t have enough power to keep an entire realm protected, but I do wield enough magic to protect the two of you.”
“And you can heal Camilla?”
“Yes.”
Camilla’s eyes narrow. “How?”
“You’ll become one of my daughters. Your appearance will change, but your memories will stay the same. As long as you and Xavier do not leave this oasis, you will never fall ill or die.”
Camilla turns to me. “And what do you say?”
“I wouldn’t care if your appearance changed. And I certainly don’t mi
