Isabella’s Investigation.
The dimly lighted hallways of the DeVargas Pack's archives were filled with the lingering smell of candle wax and damp parchment. As Isabella slipped discreetly between tall shelves of scrolls and bound records, her hood pulled low, shadows danced around the stone walls.
Enrico muttered to himself as he rearranged the rogue symbol on his cloak next to her. Isabella, this is insane. If they find us.
She scanned the worn labels and murmured, "They won't." "We don't have time to think twice."
The only sound they heard as they moved deeper into the archive chamber was the soft hum of night insects coming from the open windows. Isabella's fingers finally brushed a rusty iron lockbox bearing the label Lunetti Operations—Restricted.
She groped for the latch, her hea
