Azeelia Cole
Then maybe you should know who I am.
The text sat glowing on my phone screen, and the room suddenly felt too quiet. A nervous chill danced down my spine, tightening in the pit of my stomach.
For weeks, Viper_00 had been a digital phantom—a voice in the dark that listened to my grief, matched my sharp mouth, and teased confessions out of me that I would never dare say aloud. But words on a screen were safe. A real person with flesh and blood was a whole different kind of dangerous.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I typed back.
Scarlet: Are you saying you want to meet?
The response was immediate.
Viper_00: It’s time, little shadow. No more riddles. No more shadows. Three nights from now. Nine o'clock at Il Terrazzo. A private booth.
Il Terrazzo was an intimat
