truths are better left buried. But the way he had said it, the flicker of something

Gray clearly wasn't going to hand her the answers

ching her. She approached it slowly, running her fingers over the worn wood. The craftsmanship was e

, her voice echoing in the empty

nt a chill d

e she doesn't belong," a vo

tall, with sandy blond hair, sharp cheekbones, and an air of arrogance that practically radi

ra asked, instincti

his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. "Landon Voss

something predatory about the way he

you," she said, keep

ound. "Ethan doesn't mention a lot

ord. "I'm not an outside

you hoping to find?" he

ed, meeting his gaze.

he stories we tell to explain the things we don't unders

ed a beat. "What's t

r. "It means you're poking at things that bite back,

and strode out of the church, leavin

he town's archives, but the information she found was frustratingly vague. The same stories repeated

ion in Moonveil, the cryptic warnings from its reside

to answers than she had been that morning. She returned to the Moon

collided with Ethan, who was leaning aga

for a moment, the

han said, his tone neutral

tered, brushing past hi

led, his voice l

on the banister, and

e said, his expre

pounded.

e can talk,"

o, to keep her distance. But there was something in his e

id. "But this

aintest smile before he led her

was sleek and black, the leather interior smelling faintly of pine. Aurora stared

" she finally asked,

said, his hands g

h that wound through the forest. The car came to a stop in a smal

t a word, and Aurora

nt rustling of leaves. Ethan stood at the edge of

what this is about?" she

practically glowing in the moonlight. "Yo

she sai

steady. "There are things in this world-things you can't explain, can't ra

ed. "What ar

g. "I'm saying that some stories aren't ju

ght. "What kin

nsters," he said, his voi

ded in her chest. "

ened. "Do I look

ce for any sign of deception. But a

you?" she

to a growl. "Something you shouldn't want

t, chilling her to the bone. Aurora's blood ran cold as t

treeline, his body going r

was t

adows