Hidden?â
âItâs a fairy-tale world my uncle made up for me. How do you know about it?â She couldnât imagine Mon sharing that with this guy. Or anyone, really.
âTell me about this world.â
âSeriously?â
âYes, seriously.â
Fine, sheâd humor him. âCenturies ago, there was this Atlantis-like island in the Bermuda Triangle called Lucifera that was governed by gods of Dragons and magick. Because of the weird energy that comes from crystals found deep within the Earthâs surface, along with a planetary alignment and a solar storm, some of the gods were able to take physical human form. They succumbed to human emotions and, as Mon put it, âfell in loveâ with the people. What he meant was that the gods got with the humans, because they created children. They were called Crescents because they inherited a sliver of their sireâs godly nature.â
He dipped his head in confirmation. âLegend has it that three gods realized procreating with humans wasnât a good idea. An angel, a Dragon, and a Deuce formed the Tryah and incited a war in hopes that the Crescents would kill each other off. It escalated into a magick war.â
âAlrighty then, glad you cleared that up for me.â
âHappy to do so. Go on, letâs see if youâve got the rest of it right.â
Feeling like a schoolgirl being tested on history, she found herself striving to recall the details. Which was ridiculous, since it was a frigginâ fairy tale. âThe war ended up destroying the island and forced the humans to the mainland. The naughty gods were trapped in a state of limbo between their plane of existence and the Bermuda Triangle.â
âThatâs right. What else was part of Moncriefâs Hidden?â he asked.
âMonsters, demons, elves, that sort of thing, but only Crescents could see them. Thatâs why they were considered Hidden.â
âWas there no Cyntag in the stories then?â
She wanted to laugh, of all the conceit. âNo.â Her gaze slid to the dragon figurines. âThere was a man who looked like you, but he was only known as the Dragon Prince. He kidnapped a young woman and seduced her to darkness. They fought a great evil together, but he was basically an arrogant butthead, and she ended up killing him.â
His upper lip twitched, not quite a sneer but close. âSeduced her to darkness, hmm? And did this woman have a name?â
âGarnet.â Monâs sketches of her had reminded Ruby of Alice from Alice in Wonderland .
Cyntag slowly nodded. âI suppose he was trying to prepare you in his feeble way, giving you the truth without telling you that it was, in fact, true. Except the Dragon Prince would never kidnap anyone. How do I know? He based the prince on me, Iâm sure, though I am no prince.â
â That I can believe.â
He very nearly smiled that time. âYou never made the connection between Garnet and Ruby both being red gems?â
âOf course. I figured since he wrote the stories for me, he gave the girl a name similar to mine. Stories being the key word there, as in make-believe, fictional. Come on. Gods? Dragons?â
âYou are the girl in the story. When you reached puberty, you should have been initiated into your full power. Moncrief could not do that because heâs not the same type of Crescent as you. You were supposed to move in with people like you to learn their ways. I swore to your grandfather that I would train you, prepare you, and be your protector. But Moncrief wouldnât cooperate, stubborn old goat.â
He looked up at the ceiling and rubbed the back of his neck where his black hair curled in damp spikes. âYou would have been so much easier to deal with then. Malleable. Impressionable. I can see you will be every bit the pain in my ass that your uncle was.â
âYou mean I would have been brainwashed.â