The room was already prepared.
Candles burned in a massive circle. Strange symbols were painted on the floor in what looked like blood. And at the center, bound to a stone altar, was a child.
Not one of Ivy's children, thank god, but a boy no older than seven, unconscious and pale.
"It's a trap," Justin breathed.
"Of course it is," Lucian's voice echoed through the chamber. He stepped out from behind the altar, smiling. "Did you really think I wouldn't know you were coming? I've been three steps ahead of you this entire time."
"Let the child go," Ivy demanded.
"Why? I need a vessel. This boy will do nicely for the initial binding. Then, once I've established control, I'll collect your children at my leisure."
"The ritual…" Marcus started.
"Won't work. Not here. I've consecrated thi
