Nathan froze, completely and utterly stunned.
Hidden in the deep shadows behind a jagged wall of the cavern, his breath caught in his throat. The air was thick with moisture and the faint scent of burnt wax, the only light in the gloom emanating from flickering candles arranged in a ritualistic circle. He peered cautiously from behind the rock, narrowing his eyes at the group gathered in the dim cavern chamber ahead.
His gaze fixed on the man standing at the center.
Bathed in the soft, golden flicker of candlelight, the man's features were partially obscured by the dancing shadows. Yet, what little Nathan could see sent a tremor through his chest. The man's jet-black hair, that sharp jawline, and—most unsettling of all—his eyes. Golden, demonic, and hauntingly familiar.
Those eyes… they were too much like Nathan's own.
