“Creepy place.” Gage muttered, flicking his flashlight on.
“No one’s been here in years.” Arlo said softly. “It’s not even on the map anymore.”
We moved past rows of cracked shelves and stacks of forgotten boxes. Dust floated in the beam of the flashlight, swirling like tiny ghosts.
My chest tingled. The mark there pulsed once, like a heartbeat.
“Asher.” I whispered.
“I see it.” His eyes flicked to my chest again, then to the far wall, where an old tapestry hung. The fabric was dark with age, but a faint silver symbol glimmered in the middle of it—my symbol.
“That’s it.” I said, stepping closer. My fingers brushed the edge of the tapestry. It felt like spider silk under my skin.
Arlo joined me, squinting at the faded runes stitched along the bottom. “I can’t read all of it. It’s… ol
