11
From the Grave
Emilia looked into Aunt Iz’s face.
“Emilia.” It was Aunt Iz’s voice coming from the mirror. The look of concern on the wrinkled face and tilt of her head as she examined Emilia were wonderfully familiar. It truly was Isadora Gray.
Emilia’s knees buckled, dropping her toward the floor. Jacob caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist, steadying her by his side.
“Aunt Iz,” Emilia whispered. “You’re alive. Oh, thank God you’re alive.”
“Emilia, where are the others?” Aunt Iz asked.
“They’re here,” Emilia said. “We’re all here at the Academy. MAGI Stone is a traitor, Aunt Iz. He told the Pendragon where we were hiding and where Rosalie was. The Pendragon kidn*pped her, and we tried to save her, but she’s dead and Claire was hurt and we had nowhere else to go. And…”
