The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 415

Lyla

I mean, the only way anyone could break into the kitchen at this point would be through the window and not the door. My eyes scanned the broken shards of glass, furniture and wood, and it looked too arranged to be normal.

In the case of a forced break-in, everything was supposed to be displaced from its original position, but even the glass that had broken had fallen from its spot on the kitchen island and landed in the same place a glass of its size might land.

I turned my attention back to the room.

"I can walk," Elias said, and tried to stand. He went pale immediately.

Both Ramsey and Kyren caught him before he fell, and the two of them lifted him like he was made of sticks. Miriam led the way with the boiling pot and a supply of clean towels. I followed, one hand on the wall, breathing slow.

Halfway down the hall, Elias said, "They left something. On your door."

Ramsey's shoulders bunched. "What?"

"A mark," Elias said. "Nine-pointed star with a split through it."

My stomach dropped, and my fingers went cold. I saw the symbol again—bright against stone in my dream, it was so clear in my mind's eye. "The star," I whispered. "Gemini split."

Kyren glanced over his shoulder at me. His eyes were sober now. "You've seen it?"

"In a trance," I said. "Nymeris showed me. Three hooded figures and that mark." I swallowed. "They were standing around a stone… like an altar. And I was on it."

We got Elias into a guest room and laid him on the bed. Miriam set to work again on him. I hovered with towels and water and bits of sugar between Elias's teeth when the pain became unbearable for him.

"Circe," Kyren said. "Can you check the main entrance door for us?"

She nodded and left.

When Miriam finally said, "Good enough. He won't die if he lies still and doesn't argue," Ramsey exhaled like he'd been holding his breath for an hour.

Elias tipped his head toward me. "Sorry for the trouble again."

"It's fine," I said, and tried a smile. "Do you know who they were?"

"No, I don't. To date, I cannot identify the person," he said. "They moved like trained warriors. But that isn't what scared me."

"What did?"

"Their eyes," he said softly. "Dead-lake eyes. Like something was looking out of them that wasn't them."

Kyren inhaled sharply. "They are Puppets. Someone is drawing their strings."

"Who could that be?"

"Pick one," Kyren said. "Sirens. A rogue coven. A child of your Dark One who got bored. Or someone smarter."

Circe came back in, wiping rain off her face with the back of her wrist. "There's a mark on the door," she said. "Your star, Lyla. And another under it. A spiral cut by two lines."

I froze again. "I saw that too," I whispered.

Ramsey looked between us. "Meaning?"

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