Grace - POV
Walking back to the cramped, rented apartment that Ruth had assigned me, I felt a small sense of relief knowing Sarah and Maria were there, sharing the same roof. Being alone made me uneasy, like shadows were always lurking just beyond my sight. With some time to spare before picking up those b*tches, I settled in with Sarah and Maria to relay Ruth’s latest instructions. But the brand on my wrist—his cursed mark—kept my tongue bound, stopping me from speaking freely about anything he’d revealed. Luckily, I found a loophole: I could share the details through writing.
“Can we sneak in and gather information about their next move? It could give us an advantage,” Sarah suggested as she scribbled her response on the enchanted paper we used to communicate. Ruth had laced the apartm
