JESSICA'S POV
The crumpled note in my pocket feels like it's burning a hole through my jeans. All morning, the words replay in my head on a loop.
WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. STOP PRETENDING. OR WE'LL SHOW EVERYONE.
Every time a locker slams, I jump. Every time someone walks too close behind me, my shoulders tense up. I keep looking over my shoulder, but I never see anyone. Just laughing faces, rushing bodies. No one looking at me. But the feeling... the feeling is a cold hand on the back of my neck. Someone wants me gone. Someone specific. Someone who knows about the brothers.
My first thought, my stupid, weak thought, was to run to Sebastian. To Cassian. To show them the note and let them handle it. Let them be the big, strong wolves and protect their little human problem.
No.
I shove the
