The wind howled as I came to my husband’s house. The doors were all open the gates torn from their hinges even the furniture inside had been overturned.
“Wilson?” I called only for silence to swallow up my words. “Bella?”
I walked into the tattered living carefully avoiding the fragmented fractures of the house. Everywhere I looked there was evidence of the great disaster that had befallen us. As much hatred as I had had for my husband I could not deny that for more than five years he’d been the sole reason for my survival.
“Belladonna!” I called out again. However, this time something answered.
“She’s gone. They’re all gone.” A man I recognized as one of the servants of the house came out into the living room, his face was a mask of hallowed out fear. “Master Val Leventi was—”
“Wher
