Bleeding Ink

SIENNA'S POV

I reached in and pulled out an old, leather-bound book, the edges worn and frayed. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what it was—my mother’s journal. I stared at it for a moment, a strange mixture of reverence and surprise tightening my chest. I already said it with Corvus's own journal. But this might actually be it. Yes. This was it, the key to understanding who she really