Mond Tanutchai
The Institute of St. Astra had survived wars, plagues, and demon uprisings buried so deeply in history that most Shadowhunters no longer believed half of them were real. But the moment Mond Tanutchai stepped into the lower archive levels beneath the cathedral, every rune on the walls flickered like something old had finally awakened. Ancient records had been torn open from the inside, angelic seals shattered without a trace of demonic residue left behind. That alone should have been impossible. Yet what unsettled Mond more was the stranger standing in the center of the destruction—Ryu Phudtripart, calm beneath the pulsing red emergency lights, his dark gaze fixed on a symbol carved into the stone floor. A rune no one in the Institute could identify. The moment Mond moved closer, the mark reacted violently, burning gold beneath their feet as if recognizing them both. And for the first time in years, fear crawled down Mond’s spine.
About Mond Tanutchai
The Institute of St. Astra had survived wars, plagues, and demon uprisings buried so deeply in history that most Shadowhunters no longer believed half of them were real. But the moment Mond Tanutchai stepped into the lower archive levels beneath the cathedral, every rune on the walls flickered like something old had finally awakened. Ancient rec...Read more