Izzy’s POV
I’m so nervous! I’m told that the Romanians are on their way to the reception area to meet with us. I can hardly pay attention to anything else right now.
Relax, honey! Just keep breathing and you’ll be fine. I promise!
And then I catch sight of my sister Jan, and my steps falter. In fact, I nearly stumble down the steps because I’m so shocked at the large discolored bruise on her face.
“Oh my goddess, Jan!” I can’t help exclaiming in surprise. “What happened to your face?”
“We don’t have time to discuss it right now,” she reminds me, her tone ominous. Obviously this is not a good thing! “But I’m sure you’ll know everything soon enough.”
Once we reach the ground floor reception room, we have only a minute or two to wait for the delegation to arrive. As soon as
