"There is something odd about that boy," Rasputin mused aloud.
"Do you believe him now?" Isobel asked. She couldn't help but stare at the door, fighting the urge to run after him. To apologize. . .
Apologize for what? Her family?
They would never change.
For her rejection?
He didn't realize it now, but she'd done him a favor. Even if he turned out to be Lucifer's son, they could never be together. Grandfather had plans for his granddaughters. A dalliance, while pleasant in the short-term, would have long-term consequences.
"I think there is a possibility, a slim one, that he might be who he says he is. However, until those spells come off, we can't be entirely sure."
"Who has the skill to weave something so tight and intricate?" mused her mother, who'd returned the moment the door
