Prisoner of the Past — Denise Noel

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. But if she were successful, it would destroy her....