CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MIRANDA'S POV

As we left the Hale mansion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. My mind was reeling with everything we had just learned - the blood magic, the murders, the Hales' twisted sense of justice. It was all so overwhelming, and I didn't know what to do next.

Alexander's hand was warm in mine as we walked back to the castle. I could sense his own turmoil, but he remained silent as we made our way through the streets.

When we finally arrived at the castle, we were greeted by a familiar face - Henry, my grandfather's trusted advisor.

"Miranda, Alexander," he said, his face grave. "We need to talk."

I nodded, my heart pounding with fear. Had the Hales already taken action against us? Were we in danger?

Henry led us to a private room, away from prying eyes and ears. As we sat down, he spoke again.

"I've been doing some digging," he said, his voice low. "And I've uncovered some disturbing information about the Hales."

My heart leapt at the words. "What kind o