ZEDKIEL.
“Did you find anything at all?” Chasyn asks me as I remove the nails and lift the Oracle’s body to the ground, looking around I yank the charred tablecloth off and cover her body.
“Not yet.” I say, staring down at the Oracle’s body, I sniff the air, letting the smell of blood fill my nose. There are two different smells mixed in… I lean down, sniffing the blood. It’s not Evangeline’s blood.
Relief floods me, and I stand up.
I don’t know why she thinks she killed her, but I plan to find out who it really belongs to, but this blood is not Evangeline’s. I’ve tasted hers, smelt hers… this one is nowhere near hers.
“Don’t touch anything in here.” I hear Chasyn command some of the men. I slowly walk through the room, trying to visualise what may have happened.
The runes and the bu
