I stayed in the clubhouse office long after everyone else had started drifting away, because I couldn't bring myself to close Uncle Will's journal and pretend that the words written across those old pages didn't matter.
The symbol stared back at me from the faded paper, and the warning beneath it seemed even more unsettling now that we knew Victor had used the exact same mark.
I ran my fingertip carefully along the edge of the page, because the paper was old and fragile, and I didn't want to damage something that might eventually give us another answer.
Jace stood behind me with his arms folded.
“You've been looking at that page for ten minutes.” Jace said.
“I know.” I said.
“You're going to wear a hole through it.” He said.
“I might.” I said.
He smiled slightly, but his expression
