Rose's POV
My heart was racing before I even fully understood what I was looking at. My hands went stiff and cold, the note still open between my fingers.
Was this a warning? A threat? Or something else entirely?
I read it again. The same words. The same neat, deliberate handwriting. Your place is by my side, my beautiful angel.
I had no idea who had written this. I had no idea who in this city would even know to leave something like this at my door, let alone know that I was here at all.
"Hey, who was at the door?" Eve called from behind me.
I did not answer. I could not pull my eyes away from the rose.
"Oh, is that from Liam?" She appeared beside me and plucked the flower straight out of my hand.
"Eve, wait—"
"Ouch! What the—" She pulled her hand back sharply, then looked at it.
