Aurora pov

“So when will you build this prison?” Ryan asked, leaning forward on his desk, his brows drawn together.

“Before it clocks another century,” I replied calmly. “The night of a celestial event will be just fine.”

“Like the full moon?” he asked, crossing his arms.

I shook my head slowly. “No, that won’t be for them. You remember when I told you about the members of a cult that offered themselves as sacrificial lambs for the five witches… well, they did that ...