Lion Head Mesa dunyā

this time there was no one to stop ramesses.
he was irate to find jawahir's scent twined with that of tavina, for he saw no reason for this except to assume that the two were lovers. but he found this dubious and it was not the same.
pharaoh paced with irritated and seeking step through the darkened catacombs. there was movement and so he stopped, but nothing was present.
a pale lip curled. "show yourself," ramesses commanded in a cold and questing voice.