The doors groaned open.
Catalina expected another tunnel, another trap. Instead, the space beyond stretched impossibly wide, it was a cathedral carved from living stone, the ceiling swallowed in shadow. Candles flickered in iron sconces, their light barely reaching the walls.
And the walls were covered in names, thousands of them. Scratched, carved and burned into the rock. Some looked ancient and barely legible. Others were fresh, the edges still sharp.
Her eyes found one immediately.
*Miguel Cruz*.
Her breath stopped. She took a step forward, then another, Gabriel felt heavy in her arms. Beside her father's name was another name, it was smaller and newer.
*Gabriel Miguel Cruz*.
"Don't," Lucien said, catching her wrist. His voice was tight. "Don't touch anything."
But she already
