Isabella's POV
I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. He looked exactly the same as when I saw him in that vision: Ivan, the man who killed my brother.
"Well, well, well. Isn't this a nice family reunion," he said mockingly as he glanced at Lysandra and me. "I'm feeling a bit let out."
Ivan's cruel smirk sent ice flooding through my veins. Every instinct screamed at me to attack, but Tammie's warning growl in my mind held me back. "Wait. Watch his stance."
Lysandra stepped slightly in front of me, her fingers twitching at her sides. "Ivan," she spat his name like poison. "Father sent you to do his dirty work, as usual, I see."
His laughter made my skin crawl. "Oh, little sister, you always did have a flair for the dramatic." His blood-red eyes locked onto me. "I'm sorry to disa
