Spoiled Blood, Isla Storm 3 I was grateful to find Boris waiting by his truck when I emerged from the cathedral, ready to take me home. We wove through the deserted streets of my neighbourhood in complete silence. Unlike most of Silas’s coven, I preferred the solitude of my own house, which was tucked into a partially abandoned subdivision a few blocks from St. Cas’s. Quaint, tiny houses lined the narrow lanes. It was one of the last neighbourhoods that hadn’t fallen victim to the city’s...