Rowan's POV
"She's important," was all I said.
Dorian's eyes narrowed. "To the prophecy, you mean."
I tried not to show my surprise. How much did he know?
"Oh yes," Dorian continued, enjoying my response. "I know about the prophecy. 'The child of two worlds shall rise when the blood moon falls.' That's how it starts, isn't it?"
Before I could reply, a howl cut through the night—a signal from the Shadow Council's hunters. They were closing in.
"Looks like our time's up," Dorian said quietly. "So what's it going to be, Kingsley? Run and hide like your family always does? Or actually do something for once?"
His words stung because they were true. My family had always watched from the sides, recording history but never making it nor try to be part of it.
"I'm done watching," I said strongly.
"Good." Dorian's smile was all teeth. "Then let's crash Luther's little hunting party."
