Ten

Ava's POV:

I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title.

Senex Animarum.

Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know.

I should've taken French this semester.

But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

Nothing made sense.

"Old Latin."

I turned around so abruptly that the book in my hand fell down on the floor with a loud thud, making a small wince escape my lips.

Unfazed by the sudden reaction, Hayden bent down and picked up the book. "You wouldn't understand the words."

I took the book from his hands and sat down on the floor, my back against the hard shelf. "You know how to speak this language, don't you?"

I had heard him speak some foreign language at times. And I'm sure it was the same langu