Fantine

The ancient leather scroll lay flat across the long wooden table in the library, and while Riley sat in the chair beside me drinking a glass of water to clear the last bit of tightness from his throat, I kept my fingers traced over the faded ink crests that were stamped along the top border of the skin. The main symbol showed a wolf standing on a high mountain peak, but right beside it was a smaller silver mark shaped like a double-edged dagger wrapped in wild roses, and my heart began to beat faster against my ribs because I had seen that exact drawing carved into the back...