They’ll Come for Her
POV: Diana
The envelope sat between us on the table like a threat wrapped in silk.
Cameron hadn’t moved since placing it there.
I ran my fingertips along the edge of the card again. It held no name, no seal, no scent of ink. Just one cold message:
If you find her… others will too.
And though the words weren’t Bloom’s they carried a weight that felt heavier than anything Michael Bloom or his ghosts could’ve conjured.
We took the card to Gina.
She didn’t even touch it.
Just hovered her hands above the paper eyes slipping closed as her breath steadied.
After a long moment, she opened them again.
“This isn’t Bloom,” she said.
We both let out a shaky breath.
But then she added “It’s older. Much older. Something beneath Bloom. Ancient magic layered like dust. Th
