Chapter 25

Clinton entered, his tone sharp and decisive. “The Moon,” he said. “It is the center of everything.” The witch nodded once.

“It’s more than that. It’s the key.” Aria’s lips curved slightly.

“And keys can… break.”

“Or turn around,” the witch corrected. “If we understand the lock.”

Clinton crossed his arms.

“Then explain the prophecy again,” he said. “No riddles this time.” The witch tilted her head, watching as if he were the one being tested. “It’s not a prophecy that is awaited,