RONAN
“Don’t want to be seen by me, huh?” I muttered under my breath as I crouched to retrieve the book from the floor. Its pages were filled with an ancient language I hadn’t been able to decipher, until now.
But had I heard Seth Darven read “rogue”?
I narrowed my eyes.
The letters had shifted, reshaping into English only after Seth had glanced at the page earlier. But that translation hadn’t been there before. Not until he saw it.
“But how? And why?” I murmured, my fingers unconsciously brushing over the worn, yellowed paper. My thoughts raced back—to the rogue in the ruins… and again in the Blackmoon forest. This couldn’t be a coincidence.
“Ronan,” Asher’s voice snapped me from my thoughts as he stepped into the room.
I placed the book down carefully on the desk and turned to h
