Chapter Twelve
Jack Seacroft
Tarin, I hear his voice from a distance and turn to watch him approach. He slides into the chair on the other side of the library table, looking over the pile of books I have open there. You look busy.
Just a little research.
So, you hear anything about your sister? Jack seems genuinely interested.
Yes, I actually did. Really strange. But I dont want to go into it.
Looks like it troubles you, though.
It does.
I really want to tell him. I want to tell someone. Jacob would brush it off as senseless, but Jack? Thats hard to say.
Right now, Im scouring every possible periodical I can find that mentions secret societies. Im hoping to find anything that resembles the poem. With Jack so close, the urgency in me seems to rise. I feel compell
