Chapter 132

• CIARA’S POV
• The Salem three led Sarah and me up a narrow staircase that creaked with each step. The candles lining the walls cast dancing shadows that made the portraits of former Nightshade members look like they were watching us. Their painted eyes seemed to follow our movement, and I had to resist the urge to look over my shoulder.
• The second floor opened into a circular room with high vaulted ceilings. Ancient tapestries hung from the walls, their colors faded but still showing intricate patterns of moons and wolves. The air smelled like old wood and something else I couldn't identify. Something metallic.