Seraphine’s POV
Vesperus stared at the unfamiliar words scrawled across the wall, a puzzled expression creasing his brow. “How on earth did she manage this?” he wondered aloud, his insatiable curiosity getting the better of him.
Slowly, he approached the enigmatic markings, squinting as he scrutinized each character. Drawing nearer, he cautiously brought the parchment to his nose and took a tentative sniff, only to recoil in disgust. “It’s the unmistakable scent of animal blood,” he concluded with a grimace.
Storm, his expression laden with concern, explained, “Once she knew the whole truth, the spell on her would automatically tell Lyra where Seraphine was, so she could either come herself or send a message of her pending arrival.” His eyes darted around, perhaps pondering if there was
