The drive away from the motel feels like a transition, the last vestiges of the familiar woods slowly giving way to something completely alien.
For what feels like hours, Lior is glued to his phone, his voice a low murmur as he speaks in a language that’s a rapid-fire string of sounds I can’t decipher.
It’s definitely not the English spoken in Lunaris, if it's even English at all.
Finally, during a brief lull in his calls, I gather the courage to ask.
“What language were you speaking just now?”
He glances at me, a charming smile gracing his lips. “Oh, just one of the human languages. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.”
He’s so dismissive, so casual, that I don’t press further. It’s probably just another one of the many strange things about this new world.
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