Mila jogged into the clearing. Dark clouds scudded overhead and the entwined limbs of the trees above made it a realm of shadow with the ancient chapel at its center. An oak door lay open a few inches.
“Sienna!” Mila called out as she ran to the door, aware that Finn and Perry were only a few steps behind.
She pushed it open but even as she entered, Mila knew that it was empty. The atmosphere was charged, like the aftermath of a thunderstorm, but there was only dust and old bones here now.
A dark scowl marred Finn’s handsome features as he walked carefully around the stone sarcophagus, noting patterns in the dust on the floor. Drag marks. A few specks of blood. His expression changed to something like recognition.
“What is it?” Mila tried to push down the fear rising inside. “Where are
