Isabelle had looked at some family photos earlier this morning. That was normal. Normal-ish. Normal enough for how things had been going lately. With Max's death, and the holidays coming up, and all the drama with Flick -- well, who could blame her for wanting to spend some time thinking about her family ( Read more... )

Isabelle was awake. But ony barely. She'd stayed up all night, watching Flick (or the guy who looked like him) trapped in a cage made of light, powered by four seraph blades stuck to the floor. She'd wanted to make sure he stayed in there. Stayed safe so Flick would have less to regret when he came back ( Read more... )