~Valeria~
Nothing says “dumb” quite like following a guy you barely know to an abandoned warehouse because he claims to have answers about your psycho stepfather's secret murder plans.
But here I was, walking through dust and broken glass in my good sneakers because Michael had texted me saying he'd found something about the royal altar. Something that couldn't wait. Something that apparently required meeting in the kind of place where horror movies happen and bodies get discovered three months later.
"This is it," Michael said, stopping in front of a rusty metal door that looked like it hadn't been opened since the First World War. "The location matches your father's map exactly."
I stared at the building, trying to reconcile this dump with the elegant diagrams in Dad's journal. "You'
