Aria stared at the faded piece of parchment in her trembling hands. The words seemed simple enough, yet they carried a weight she couldn’t explain.
When the moon turns crimson, seek the Silver Temple before your enemies do.
She looked up at Damien.
“What does it mean?”
Damien’s eyes remained fixed on the note.
“The Silver Temple isn’t supposed to exist.”
“You know about it?”
“I’ve heard stories.”
Lucas folded his arms.
“Not stories. Legends.”
Aria looked from one man to the other.
“Will someone please explain?”
Damien carefully took the parchment and examined the handwriting.
“It’s ancient.”
“It belonged to my parents.”
He nodded.
“I know.”
He walked toward one of the bookshelves lining the council chamber. Running his fingers across several old books, he finally removed a
