Melione leaned against the wall, Grym's lips moving against her throat. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him closer to her. Her eyes were closed as a sharp tingling moved in the back of her head. Melione's body tensed as the tingling got worse. The tingling turned into pain as she knew that something was wrong.

Grym picked his head up and searched her face. "What's wrong?"

Melione rubbed the back of her head. "There's something wrong, Grym. I can feel it, and I don't like it."

"What are you talking about?" Grym moved his hand to the back of her neck and massaged her tense muscles. A hurried knock sounded on the door, startling both of them. Grym pushed Melione behind him as he opened the door. A man in a long cloak stood on the other side of the door, his skin wholly covered. "Who are you, and what do you want?" The man held out a small crest to him.

Melione looked around Grym, and her eyes widened at the crest. "Let him in, Grym," she breathed out. Her hands tightened in his shirt. The crest that the man was holding was from her High Priest in the Eclipse Sanctum. Something was wrong if this man had the Priest's crest.

Grym moved to the side to let the man inside and closed the door behind them. "What's your name?"

"Ilphas Famoira," the man answered him. He removed his hood to reveal the Eclipse Sanctum's start crystal eyes.

Melione stepped in front of Grym. "What's wrong, Ilphas?" Melione motioned for him to sit in one of the armchairs.

Ilphas did as she asked before handing her the crest. "There's trouble back home, Detective Oatblood."

Melione held the crest tight in her hands. "What do you mean?"

"The High Priest was murdered a couple of days ago," Ilphas explained. "It was gruesome."

Melione's stomach churned at the news, and her knees threatened to buckle underneath her. She held her hand out toward Grym. He instantly gripped her and held her against him. Ilphas immediately offered her the chair he was sitting in. Grym had her sit down, keeping a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't start blaming yourself, Melione," Grym gently ordered her.

Melione looked over at him. "I left them, Grym," she whispered as she gripped tighter onto the crest. "Our god doesn't protect us the way that yours does. It's up to me and the men and women that I train to protect my people."

Ilphas stepped forward. "Don't do that, Detective. This is not your fault."

Melione could feel him hesitating. Her head snapped back to Ilphas. "What aren't you telling us?"

Ilphas's eyes never left hers as he wrung his hands repeatedly.

Grym straightened, feeling the tension in the air. "I suggest that you tell her everything right now."

Ilphas took a deep breath before reaching into his cloak pocket. He brought out a small leather circle and handed it to Melione. Melione's eyes widened as she recognized the initials on the leather circle. "Grym," her voice was harsh as she passed the calling card to him.

"Fucking hell," Grym growled.

Melione stood up and straightened her clothes. "Thank you for bringing this news, Ilphas."

Ilphas nodded quickly as he reached into his cloak. He brought out a leather-bound folder and handed it to her. "This is everything that was documented on the murder. I thought you'd like to read it yourself."

Melione forced a smile as she grabbed the folder. "I appreciate it, Ilphas."

"I must be going," he bowed low before pulling his hood back over his head. He walked out of the house quickly, leaving Melione and Grym alone.

Melione didn't look at Grym as she opened the folder and moved toward his library. She needed to see a map of Unotuary. She heard Grym moving close behind her. She knew that he would follow her without a word. He always followed her. She knew he would wait to say anything until she opened her mouth.

Ilphas was right. The murder was gruesome. The cult killed the High Priest in the same fashion as the deity murders. Melione's stomach churned again at the drawing of the murder. "Grym," she breathed out. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She felt Grym move closer to her. "This needs to end."

Grym stood behind her and placed his hands on the table on either side of her. He looked over the folder. "I agree, Melione. They will always be one step ahead. We've got an important clue, but I have no idea where my father is right now."

Melione placed the folder on the table and turned around. She leaned back against the edge of the table and crossed her arms. "We go to the source."

Grym's eyebrows furrowed. "Go to the Burning Providence?"

Melione nodded. "That's the only way to stop them. We've got to stop them at the source. The cult members hid in the dark, making it impossible to find and arrest them." She wrapped her arms around herself.

Grym nodded as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. "Then we go to the Burning Providence. We'll travel at night. It'll be easier on your skin and eyes, and I'll be able to look at you."

Melione couldn't help the smile that flitted across her face as she rolled her eyes. "We should also move through God's Territory. We may be able to warn someone not to cross over the border."

Grym nodded. "I agree. We'll leave tonight." He took her hand and led her out of the library and toward his bedroom. "Let's get some rest, Melione."