Raisel’s POV

“Raisins.” I stared at the nickname, my heart caught somewhere between a laugh and a lump in my throat.

“This isn’t Davina writing, but—” Hazel cut in, grinning. “I’ll give you and that letter some privacy, now that I know it’s not a threat letter. It's a love letter.” She winked, her tone playful.

I blushed, caught off guard.

As my eyes returned to the letter, I caught a soft trace of his cologne clinging to the page — warm, spicy, unmistakably ...