No one spoke.
Richard's words seemed to remain suspended above the Council table.
The Moon Crown has awakened.
Lara looked from Richard to Cassian, searching their faces for some indication that she had misunderstood.
She found none.
The ancient symbols surrounding them continued to glow.
Moon.
Phoenix.
River.
Mountain.
Gate.
Winter.
Stag.
Dawn.
Sky.
Tree.
And others whose meanings Lara had yet to learn.
White-golden light still burned beneath the mark on her wrist.
It pulsed once.
Then again.
Almost in rhythm with something far below the Citadel.
A heartbeat.
Not hers.
Something older.
"The Moon Crown," Lara repeated.
Richard nodded.
"What exactly does that mean?"
For the first time since Lara had known him, Richard Blackwood seemed uncertain where to begin.
He
