The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy
Marcus and I had postured unity and deployed Darius, a shared assassin to exploit Caleb's frailty, the boy's moony eyes on the girl softening his killer instinct—but I'd dispatched Ragnar covertly, tasking him to slit Darius’ throat and ferry Isabella here intact, her pulse racing for the rite.
Time eroded, the moon ascending, my claws protruding as I snatched a bundle of sage from the shelf, igniting it in a torch flame, waving the smoke over the altar to purify and awaken the runes, their etchings flaring brighter, hungry for essence. I arranged the crystal amplifiers next, polishing each with a cloth soaked in my saliva—alpha marker to attune them—placing them precisely: one at head for m