Chapter 105

Blakely

The back door swung open without so much as a creak. Inside, the scent of charred flesh, now stale from our time away, hung in the air. As Orion had said, the phoenix flame hadn’t touched the house or furniture. No, it only cared for the living.

I stared down at two—no, three—piles of ash. One of them had a few teeth sticking out.

‘That’s disgusting.’ Aris sneered.

We’d just stepped into the main hall when Orion’s voice slipped into my thoughts. ‘The enchantment I put on the place is still intact. If there’s anyone in here, they won’t be able to leave.’

I was once again caged between my mates as we wandered throughout the house, checking rooms and closets to ensure there weren’t anymore assassin’s lurking in the shadows.

By the time we made it to Orion’s study thin beams of sunlight were spilling through the windows.

In the center of the room, perched atop an old pedestal, sat the very book that held the prophecy of Lunette’s disappearance. Azrael strolled over and snatc