C18 Chapter 18

Emma’s POV

The card sat on the table in front of me, its weight far heavier than its thin paper. Damian’s message was clear: if I wanted answers, I had to meet him on his terms. But what if I didn’t like what I found out?

Cassie paced the room, her frustration spilling into every sharp step. “This is a trap, Emma. You know that, right?”

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I don’t have a choice