Chapter 10 Bloodline And Blame

• Isabella’s POV
• The scroll felt heavier than parchment had any right to be.
• I stood frozen in the moonlight, the edges of it curling slightly in my palm. The crimson stained wax seal pulsed faintly with warmth, as though something inside the scroll was alive. I didn’t dare open it, I couldn’t. At least not yet. Not with Rowan still struggling to stay upright beside me and the Slade brothers watching like the world might end in the next breath.