Sage pov
Sage stared at the ceiling. The dull ache in her ribs throbbed in time with her heartbeat, but that was nothing compared to the storm inside her head.
She remembered the knife.
The weight of it, the sharp flash as it tore through the night. The pain was blinding, but it wasn’t what haunted her.
It was the silence.
No warning. No shouted threats. Just a shadow and the cold, deadly silence of someone who didn’t care if she lived or died.
She tried not to think about how close it had been. She was lucky. That wasn’t lost on her. But luck didn’t explain why she was targeted.
Outside her door, she heard low voices. Jack and Silas. She didn’t catch every word, but she heard enough—“Whoever it was didn’t come to scare her.”
No. They came to end her.
She closed her eyes and fough
