The nurse’s smile still lingers in my mind long after I’ve stepped back from her. A cold, creeping dread curls through my chest as I stare at her, my pulse thudding unevenly against my ribs. She knew my name... Was she one of them—one of the assassins sent to finish what Nicolai started?
The tattoo on her arm—the dagger wrapped in thorns—burns behind my eyes. Same as Nicolai's. Same as the pizza guy. Same as the knife hidden in my drawer...
“You should watch your steps from now on..." she murmurs. “Or you'll end up hurting yourself.”
The words are gentle but something in the way she says them sends a chill down my spine. Every instinct in my body screams danger.
My throat tightens. “Do I… know you?”
Her smile deepens, slow and unsettling, like she’s enjoying something I can’t see. “N
