Sarah POV
Ollie drove us through the park for about a mile before we stopped at a small station along the one-lane road. There was no gate, but it was obviously a checkpoint. Zane rolled down the window on his side, and a man dressed in white with a blue sash draped over his chest leaned in to look at us.
No one said anything, but after a moment, the man straightened up, and our car continued on.
“That was a Luna priest,” Zane said quietly. Then he thumbed the intercom. “Partition down, Ollie.”
The divider between the front and back came down, and I realized it was so we could see the structure up ahead. I’d seen enough drawings and clandestine photos online to recognize it as a Luna Temple.
The building was a domed cylinder of marble, pure white and without windows. Part of my mind w
