CHAPTER 30
“I had quite the scare when you released its powers,” Bethamous continues, matter-of-factly, taking a deep red apple from his pocket and biting into it. Juice runs down his chin, and as I watch it splash to the floor, I become conscious of just how thirsty I am. He wipes it away with a flick of his hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like some?” he asks, holding the apple out to me, just out of my reach. I snap at his fingers and he chuckles, turning away as a thin, tanned woman runs over to him from somewhere beyond my view. Without catching her breath, she whispers something in his ear.
His eyes darken, and he hisses back in Arabic, sending her fleeing away to a large stack of crumbled stone blocks in the distance, made from limestone like the pyramids in Giza. Coming from them
