Seamus swallowed hard at his own deduction. He was certain the emblem on his mother's dagger belonged to Velstrath.
He had seen it once in the library when he met Madeline. But how had Alice come to possess such a weapon?
If it truly was Velstrath, then weren't all their killers supposed to be women?
He had never seen a single male among their ranks, nor had Isolde ever mentioned one.
Still, they were human, but they might be Isolde's servants, bound to her.
His jaw tightened. If Velstrath was behind this, then Isolde and the rest would stand as his greatest enemy.
But the monster loomed closer, the knife raised high.
"WRONG! WRONG AGAIN!"
"What?!"
Seamus twisted aside just as the blade sank deep into the cupboard.
'What the hell is the answer?!'
He darted across the nursery, dodging every furious strike. His body screamed to give in, blood loss dragging him down, but survival instincts burned hotter.
