I stared at the note, my heart pounding against my ribs. There was no question—it was the same handwriting as the notes left for Selene. My hands trembled, my throat constricting as if an unseen force had wrapped its fingers around my neck, squeezing tight. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I bolted toward the balcony, peering through the window. Nothing.

Whoever had done this was long gone. I suspected as much, but I had to check.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I tried to ...