Isadora's POV
I moved closer, trying to lean over her shoulder carefully. It looked like the door had been kicked in, and the lock was cracked. I took a deep breath; in my current situation, I had no room for anything but heightened senses.
"An enemy was here," I repeated, the words coming out in a whisper.
My cousin Michelle looked at me, her face pale and lips quivering from the fear in her eyes.
"An enemy looking for us? I think that can't be you, Isadora." She tried to laugh softly and keep it light.
I started to laugh but stopped because she scowled at me. "It is not funny, Isadora."
We then proceeded to step inside the house in a somewhat sneaky manner. The place was upside down, furniture was on the floor, and papers were all over it. There were evident signs ind
