Dante’s pov
“I have a question to ask you,” I said.
“Shoot,” Jackson replied.
“Do you know anyone,” I said slowly, “anyone who has a crescent moon tattooed on them?”
There was a pause for a second. Then Jackson started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I said.
He only kept on laughing. “You of all people should know no one is stupid enough to tattoo that on their body.”
Now I was confused. “Why do you say that?”
He laughed again, then grew quiet. “Because that mark is not a normal symbol. It’s not for style or decoration. It belongs to something… bigger.”
I turned away from the window and dropped down onto the edge of the bed beside him. “Tell me, Jackson,” I said softly. “What does it mean?”
He was thoughtful for a minute or so before he replied. “Can you remember, Dante… eight or ni
