AMBER’S POV
I just stepped into my house when I saw a black sleek card slide under my door.
I looked around but there was no one there so I closed the door before picking up the card. It felt heavier than normal paper and the letters were embossed in gold.
My name was written across the front in neat bold strokes. Nothing else. No return address and no handwriting. Just my name.
I carried it into the kitchen, dropped my bag on the counter and opened the envelope. Inside was another card, even sleeker, with the same gold lettering.
SANCTUM
That was all it said on the front.
I flipped it over and there was an address, no explanation, and a time. Midnight. No phone number or even RSVP. Just the instruction that entry was granted only with this card.
I stared at it for a while, my che
