Aurora’s POV
I blinked for a moment and continued. There are things I could not say while I lived, things that would have put you in danger.
But know this: the fire that took Zayne Knight’s wife was no accident.
And she was never the target.
I stopped breathing.
The letter slipped from my hands, fluttering to the floor, as my knees nearly gave out.
No. That couldn’t be right. Everyone knew the story—Zayne’s wife had died in a car accident. A drunk driver. A tragedy that destroyed him.
But if she wasn’t the target…
Then who was?
I knelt there, rereading the lines, searching for more, but the rest was damaged, the ink smeared by time or tears. The only other legible words were: The heirloom. Keep it cold. It’s the key to everything.
The heirloom.
My gaze darted to the small jewe
