Chapter 45

Ophelia

The reflection in the water shifted.

Gone was the orange glow from the single candle. Gone were our haggard, severe-looking faces.

The water showed us the room we were in, but at what had to be a different point in time. Both curtains were drawn, pinned to the far wall. The moon hung like a droplet of blood in the sky. Even the stars had vanished, blotted out by its harsh light.

Large pillar candles dripping wax sat in clusters, their flames casting a glow upon our faces. The furniture was pushed against the wall, leaving the majority of the room open and bare.

On the floor, painted in dark ink, was a circle. There were runes dispersed like the numbers on a clock, their shapes unlike anything I’d ever seen before.

There was something blunt about them that instantly set me on edge.

“A blood moon.” Ryker murmured, “The demons were released on a blood moon.”

Jude stiffened, “Not just by anyone. By our parents.”

A man and woman appeared within the room. I knew instantly that the m