For the Sake of the Secret Child

Was she possessed by some kind of demon?

The tension around the elaborate dinner table was unbearable. No one spoke. The only sound was the intermittent tinkle of a spoon or fork.

Isabelle started when her grandmother harshly broke the silence. "There's a score to settle, child. It's up to you."

"Yes, grandmother. Don t worry. I'll take care of everything, I promise," Isabelle said, staring mesmerized into her grandmothers eyes, pale and hard as diamonds.

She had a mission to carry out.