Carlota’s POV
I slung my bag over my shoulder and pushed through the hallway, trying to ignore the crowded chaos of students all around me. My locker was just ahead, and I fumbled with the combination as my mind raced. I had barely gotten through the door of the school when I felt it—a nagging tension, like I could already sense trouble waiting for me.
I twisted the dial, feeling my fingers slip once, then again, until finally the locker clicked open. I shoved my books inside, but my hand brushed against something folded and thin. A piece of paper. I pulled it out carefully and unfolded it.
The handwriting made my stomach twist. “You are still mine.”
I froze. My pulse quickened as my eyes scanned the words again, just to make sure I wasn’t imagining them. I knew immediately it wasn’t f
