Luna’s POV

The next morning, I wake up with my mind still stuck on the letter with black rose petals from last night. The memory of cutting my finger on those hidden razor blades makes me feel sick to my stomach. Even though we cleaned up all the blood and threw away the dangerous envelope, I can’t stop thinking about the threat it contained.

Cassie is already awake when I sit up in bed. She’s sitting at her desk with her laptop open, looking worried and tired like she didn’t sleep well ...