Chapter 61
- Isaac.
- I smelled the blood before I saw her. It didn’t smell fresh and sharp as a new wound should. This smelled older and exposed to the air, soaked into fabric, but it still pulled at my senses like a hook. The trail started at the edge of Sienna’s porch with just a few drops of blood and led off into the trees behind her cottage.
- Her front door was ajar. That alone was wrong.