The Book of the Traitor
Rosanna's POV~
I was at the table, the battered one, where a single flame flickered, dancing, its shadows twisting like ghosts across the wall. My fingers worked their way along the spine of Eleanor’s journal, my daughter’s beautiful script a lifeline out of a past stolen by Galden’s avarice. My heart ached, a general ache, as I read, each word another splinter of her defiance, her love for Valenticia. Midnight hush shrouded the manor, a clock’s measured tick the only sound to break Seryne’s stillness, but my chest tightened with fear—Gregor’s treachery, uncovered within these pages, was a blade to my granddaughter’s throat. I stopped, my breath catching, as an entry jumped out at me: Gregor paid Marrow, 1999, for V’s serum—silence for power. I spoke with my voice
