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Griselda stepped out of her room and into the hallway. It had been another fitful night filled with nightmares, This time it involved Oxworth, the Trith and a bleeding stone heart.
Max, she thought.
She slowly walked down the hallway and tried to shake it off. Max was fine. It was just a terrible dream. It had to be. She gazed at the portraits on the wall. Cragmore ancestors. Most of them had dealt with Isolde at one time or another. What would they say now?
Griselda sighed heavily. A feeling of helplessness settled in the pit of her stomach. There was a time when she would have jumped into the fray and fiercely defended her home and family. But, that was before the Shadowshifters attacked and left her on death's door. It had weakened in her in mind and body.
She stopped at Alice's
