“Mithras,” says Riario, smirking underneath him and toying with the coin in his hand, “sons of. Cult dedicated to preserving and holding the Book of Leaves - the beast is their symbol.”
Leo tugs on the chain that holds a cross around Riario’s neck, watches those dark eyes blow wide, says, “and the key?”
“Only,” Riario manages, dropping the coin and forcing Leo over to let go, finding purchase with a hand on his chest, “only half a key, I’m afraid, but the age and metal is consistent with the coin, so you’re probably looking for some sort of Mithras temple for the other half.”
“We,” Leo says, “are looking.”
Riario hums an agreement, and he places key and coin on the antique bedside table.
- story by b-aelish