Forty-Seven

Seraphina's P.O.V.

Anger was pumping through my veins as we sped toward Isla's house. I wanted answers, and I would get them, no matter what.

Isla was the one who said it was Vera. She claimed that Vera had attacked her and admitted to killing my parents. I had trusted Isla, and she betrayed me. My mind was going down a spiral, piecing things together that hadn't been sitting well with me from the beginning.

The darkness I had felt when I went to visit my Aunt, I had assumed it was from someone else in the house. My aunt had seemed so normal and happy. I never would have imagined that maybe she was one of the ones that turned to dark magic.

When I went to visit, I also never saw Vera for myself. She could have been dead all of this time. I had been completely ignorant of what was going on around me. I had been holding so much anger and resentment toward Vera when I should have been grieving her instead.

It was apparent that someone had tried to burn her body to hide the evidence. Doin