Isabella's POV

But I was an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. What connection could I have with skeletons that have been dead for years?

I didn't understand what this was about, but I just kept looking at them. I even felt reassured by this.

"Now that we've seen them, we can't go and leave them here. That would be too unethical." Elijah said. "It's better to bury them."

"That's kind of the point." I nodded, agreeing with him.

But just then, I saw that his arm was dripping blood down. There was a very deep cut on it that looked even longer than my hand.

"You're hurt....I'm sorry."...