Isabela

Tonight, Granada is being battered by the worst storm I've seen in years. Thunder rattles the windows, rain lashes the streets, and the wind howls like something out of one of my fantasy novels! I've made myself a little nest of blankets, books, and hot cocoa, determined to wait it out. Then, just as a tremendous crack of thunder shakes the house, someone starts pounding on my front door. Madre mía! Who on earth could be out in weather like this? I hurry to answer, my curiosity getting the better of me...