The ancient stone of the desecrated Lunar Altar seemed to watch us with hollow eyes as we stood around it, the three of us forming a triangle of tension. Landon had calmed somewhat since his explosive jealousy, though the air between him and Ronan remained charged with unspoken hostility. My wrists still throbbed where he'd gripped them.
Ronan was explaining what we'd discovered before Landon's interruption, his voice professional despite the dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
"The markings here match descriptions in the oldest texts," he said, pointing to the twisted symbols. "Someone is systematically targeting the Lunar Altars."
Landon's massive frame loomed over the stone, his crimson hair falling forward as he examined the carvings. "They're searching for something."
I kept my distance from both men, hyperaware of Landon's possessive gaze flicking to me whenever I shifted my weight. "The question is what," I said carefully.
