(Isla)
No one spoke.
Every eye remained fixed on the open journal. Caius stood beside me while Raith and Pryor waited a short distance away. None of us knew why the journal had opened on its own. We all understood that it meant something.
Caius looked at me.
"Do you recognize the page?"
I stepped closer to the desk and lowered my eyes to the journal. The page looked older than the others we had already read. The writing had faded with age, but most of it was still clear enough to understand. A strange mark filled the top corner where no family crest should have been.
I studied the symbol before shaking my head. Nothing about it felt familiar to me. Even so, I couldn't pull my attention away from it. It looked as though someone had placed it there for a reason.
"I've never seen that
