I dropped the note back onto the floor, my hands trembling. My pulse was racing, and I could feel the energy in my blood thrumming like a living thing, louder than ever. It was like my veins themselves were alive, warning me, urging me to move, to act, to pay attention. I didn’t know how, but I knew instinctively that the note was not just a warning—it was a lure.
“Who could have left this?” I whispered, glancing toward Adrian, who was still kneeling beside me. His face was unreadable, calm, but there was something in his eyes, sharp and measured, that told me he knew more than he was letting on.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said finally, his voice low. “But right now, you need to focus on yourself. Your blood is calling to forces that want to take it. You can’t ignore it anymore.”
