Chapter 23 - Really?
Bishop didn't send another letter. He sent flowers. White lilies. Delivered to the estate gates at noon. No card. No sender. Just a single black ribbon tied around the stems. Elena was the one who brought them inside. "They were scanned," she said quietly. "No devices. No poison." Adrian stared at them like they were a corpse. White lilies. Funeral flowers. My stomach turned. "There's something inside," Dante said suddenly. We all looked. Tucked between the stems was a folded strip of paper. Adrian took it before I could. His jaw tightened as he read. "What does it say?" I asked. He didn't answer. I stepped closer and pulled it from his fingers. Three words. Dinner. Come alone. Below it- A location. Private art gallery. Downtown. Tonight. 8 PM. My pulse steadied
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