He hung his head low and nodded.
'I'm sorry we couldn't save her.' Emma looked at the ground.
'We don't know that she's dead, Emma,' he replied.
'She stabbed her in the heart. There's no way she could live through that.'
'Yes, usually – but this is Eleanor we're talking about. Eleanor Hayden-Jones, who has lived for centuries.'
'Yes, but I bet she's never been stabbed through the heart with a Skull's dagger,' Lana interrupted, as she sat down on the floor in front of the roaring fire. A fire that would typically have warmed her, but she still shivered.
'How will we ever know? How will we find them? They could be anywhere on Earth right now?' Emma cried.
'We'll find them. If it's the last thing I ever do, we will find them,' Declan answered.
The girls smiled. They'd always loved his
