Isabella POV
I’d had a strange feeling since Natasha left for the Chateau, but I’d been too busy helping prepare for the injured Elders and the remains of the dead to pay it much mind. The ringing of my cell phone forced me to pay attention. With a glance at Drake and Sinead, who was helping me stack the folded muslin cloth for the bodies in the garage, I pulled out my phone and noted the caller.
“Lucy, I didn’t expect call today?”
“Oh Isabella,” I frowned at the distress in her voice. Lucy was my mentor, my high priestess, and I had never heard her in such an emotional state.
“What happen?” I asked.
The woman began to sob, leaving me stunned speechless. “It’s unbelievable! Who would do such a thing?”
I put the call on speaker and set it on the workbench where we’d been working. “Luc
