The Omega Knotting a Stranger

13

LILY

T he warmth of the hot chocolate seeps through the ceramic mug into my palms as I stand close, trying not to stare at Archer’s hands as they trace the aged parchment on the table. The treasure map—well, half of one anyway—sprawls across the polished mahogany. The corners are held down by various objects—a silver paperweight shaped like a wolf, my mug, Archer’s compass, and Hunter’s heavy leather-bound journal.

“These coordinates here.” Archer points to the edge of the map. “They might lead to the entrance of the old mining system, but we’ve never been able to pinpoint it.”