When Jake left, I called Luna to my office.
“We are going back to the mansion.”
“And the condo?”
“The mansion is safer for now. I have doubled the security and in fact, we are leaving now.”
“What about work?”
“There’s nothing left to do, I handed everything over to Robert. So, get your bag and let’s go.”
“Uh … Okay.”
Luna and I left as I grew restless, waiting for Jake’s findings. Luna’s words swirled in my mind—Elena’s offer, the artifact, Marcosias. It was all too convenient, too well-timed. Could we really trust Elena? Or was this just another trap?
Jake finally returned with information, his face grim but determined.
“I found it,” he said without preamble, holding up a folder. “The artifact is real. It’s hidden in a mountain on the outskirts of town.”
“What else did you find?”
Jake exhaled, flipping open the folder.
“The artifact has a dark history. It was buried by a powerful witch centuries ago—a member of Marcosias’s clan. Legend says the witch sealed part of her power inside it, and anyone who possesses it can use that magic. But it’s dangerous. Many have died trying to claim it.”
My jaw clenched. Of course it was dangerous. Everything involving Marcosias was. But if this artifact could shift the tide in our favor, we couldn’t afford not to pursue it.
“Then we’ll go after it,” I said, standing. “We’ll be prepared for anything. We need to leave immediately.”
“I’m coming with you,” Luna declared. Her green eyes were filled with determination, almost daring me to refuse.
"Luna, we've already talked about this."
She moved closer, her voice edged with frustration.
"You can’t go alone, Orion. You know how dangerous this is."
I spun to face her, my gaze hard.
"I’m not going alone. Jake and the others will be with me. You, on the other hand, are staying here, where it’s safe."
She crossed her arms, clearly not backing down.
“Safe? You know as well as I do that I’m not safer here. Marcosias could still come after me. I should be with you.”
I stepped forward, gripping her shoulders gently but firmly.
“Luna, this isn’t just about me protecting you. The journey to retrieve the artifact—it’s dangerous. The kind of danger that you can’t talk your way out of, or fight with just instincts. It’s something … darker. And I won’t risk losing you.”
Her eyes softened, but I could see the fight still burning behind them.
“And what if I lose you?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"You won't. I’ll come back to you. I promise."
She held my gaze for a long moment, then sighed, stepping back. "Just ... be careful. We need you"
“We?” I asked, looking at her, confused.