The Moon Goddess had a sense of timing that bordered on cruelty. Gavriel Sterling had been bracing for this since the visions started because the ancestors had already told him what happened. But the longer the visions went, the more uneasy he felt. What he didn't expect was for it to happen like this.
The corridor darkened for a fraction of a second as two figures appeared at the entrance.
Then the wind shifted.
It came from the sea, sweeping across the courtyard and up the aisle, carrying with it every scent in the corridor behind the entrance, and the scent that reached the front of the courtyard was white roses and salt air and something underneath both of those things, something warm and clean and ancient that had no name in any language Lucian Moon spoke and every name in the language his blood recognized.
Lucian stiffened.
