I’m about to step out of the jeep when Tristan clears his throat and says, “How about we meet up at my Halo tonight? I’m sure we can find the information on the witch faster if we work together. I can have Tresh order dinner while we sort through the files.”
“Sure,” I reply, “In the meantime, I can check our archives to see if there are any rituals involving the moon.”
Tristan nods, looking distractedly forward on his windshield, “Sounds good.”
I close the Jeep’s door and walk to my Ducati without another word. But I don’t head home right away. There’s too much going on in my head for me to settle. Lucifer’s words continue to echo in my mind and refuse to fade. As much as I wish to, there’s no way I will speak about Tristan with my sister. I trust Exia implicitly, but her stance on mati
