Mira’s POV.

Twenty-four names. Children born in the last decade. All marked with crescent symbols. Lyra's name was third from the top. "They've been collecting them for years." Kael's voice was hollow. "Building an army of children with power that shouldn't exist."

"Where are they taking them?" "East. The Wastes. Where we're already heading." He looked at me. "This whole thing, your return, our search, we're walking into a trap."

Raven had found a concealed door. "Down here." The stairs ...