Without hesitation, Tristan rises from the couch, his eyes flickering between his and Xander's. "Why, what's going on babe?"
"The mark, the hidden message. It's Amara, she's one of them." I rush out while gathering all the journals.
Tristan's expression shifts from confusion to concern. He moves closer, his hand reaching out to grasp mine, a silent reassurance amidst the mounting tension.
"What do you mean, Autumn?" he asks, his voice tinged with urgency. "You're not making sense."
"Breathe, sweet girl. She is safe right now, just like Patrick was when he went to Mystic Moon. Mother Moon is watching over her." Iris soothed through the link.
"Did you know, Iris? About Amara and Rose?" I challenge, defeat evident in my voice for not noticing sooner.
"I did, but you must understand tha
