Mirabel stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the scene before her.

Her lips were dry. Her mind had gone completely white. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest. She couldn’t take her eyes off the skull.

That person… Is that really him? Is that skull… my father?

Treason? Harboring a witch?

It couldn’t be.

There had to be a mistake.

Mirabel remembered that day as if it were yesterday. Just months ago, in this very place, he had coldly abandoned her. It was hard to believe that the same man who had sold her into slavery had ended up …