CHAPTER 49. First mate

  This couldn’t be real; this couldn’t be him. But the similarities were spine-chilling. It was him, the slight curve in the corner of his lip, always a tad above the other side, Logan showing himself in his eyes, drifting in the green depths. And there was this shimmer over his hands, a hue that I could recognize, seen too many times before.

  It wasn’t his ancestor; it was him. But it couldn’t be him, it was impossible.

  “That’s Isaac Blackwood.” Finlay’s voice startled me, and I edged back, shaking my head in disbelief.

  “No, it’s not.” I didn’t even believe what I was saying. There had to be some explanation for this.

  “He only brings death, Joanne.” He moved closer, not a guard in sight.

  “Where are the others? Did they give up?” I chuckled, hoping to ease this sense of restlessness inside me.