“Today?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Who?”
“They are a group who you have never met. They are called the Priory of Sion.”
“The Priory of Sion?” I tumbled the words around in my memory banks. “Are you sure?”
He nodded.
I remembered how I had been introduced to Jamie North through Chris Duran, the werewolf I met in Colorado Springs. But they were a different group of wizards and sorcerers. They were called Sons of Solomon. I couldn't get a read from Jamie when I'd met him. Rick had assured me he wasn't a demon, but something else. I'd learned later he was a sorcerer. The Sons of Solomon had wanted to enlist me as their priestess—which I found really difficult to accept—and attend some of their rituals, one of which was coming up. I really didn't have time for that.
“I have told you everything I know
