DAXTON
There was no attacker in sight. Not even a bullet. Still, I was so sure I'd heard a gunshot. Before I could dwell on this thought for much longer, Sallie rushed out into the garden with a yellow umbrella and a soaked paper in her hand.
She handed it over to me, her brows furrowed deeply with worry.
"Someone placed it by the window in the kitchen. There was no break-in, though," she said, placing the umbrella over my head. Written on the damp paper with black ink were the words: Give up the moonstone or she dies again.
Arya's intense gaze met mine, a frown creasing her brows. "She...as in me?"
"Whoever they are, they must know of your resemblance to Anessa," I pointed out, and her expression darkened.
Threats never got to me. If this person wanted to confront me, why hide behin
