Sasha’s POV
The note was tucked beneath my mattress, folded once, crisp and clean, too clean, like it had no business in this place of blood, sweat, and dirt.
My fingers trembled slightly as I unfolded it.
“Backside of the gardens. 1 a.m. Come alone. No more warnings.”
The handwriting was sharp, slanted, and deliberate. No signature. No scent. Just the promise of something dangerous.
I read it three times. Once with my eyes. Twice with my gut.
Whoever left it knew. Knew enough. Knew that I’d come.
A part of me whispered to burn it. Ignore it. Pretend it never existed. But curiosity and fear were two sides of the same coin, and both pulsed in my chest like a second heartbeat.
The garden behind the Academy looked like something out of a forgotten dream. Moonlight spilled across twist
