"Something involving me specifically."
The words landed cold in my chest, and I reached for the letter still trembling in Lucien's hand.
"Let me see it," I said.
He handed it over, and I read the message myself, Isolde's careful, precise handwriting laying out the threat exactly as Lucien had described.
"She doesn't say what it is," I said, scanning the page a second time. "Only that it exists."
"That could be a bluff," Marcus said, appearing in the doorway, alerted by the guard who'd delivered the message. "Designed to frighten us into compliance without actually holding anything real."
"Or it could be exactly what she claims," Lucien said. "Something about Elena's past, something that could unravel everything if it came out at the wrong moment."
"What could she possibly have," I s
