Seamus stepped into what was no longer a room. Corpses littered the floor, walls lay in ruin, and in the center stood Isolde. Viviane was gone, swallowed whole by her mother's blood.
The sight was so horrifying that Lulu covered her mouth, her body trembling, unwilling to step a foot farther.
Seamus wanted to stop this. To do something. But he was too late. Far too late.
And now he understood: every eye of the Seven Great Covenants would soon turn toward Velstrath because of the "agreement" Isolde had shattered.
He didn't yet know the details of that pact, but he knew the woman—no, the monster—before him had orchestrated this mess deliberately.
Suddenly, Madeline's words made sense.
"Why did you leak information about me? What was your purpose?" Seamus asked.
His voice was steady, though his heart thundered in his chest.
Isolde could kill him where he stood. Her nightmare still lingered beside her, more than enough to end his life in a breath.
