Emerald stared at the message.
Strike one. Game on.
Her blood turned cold.
There was no signature. No contact. Just those four words from an unlisted number.
She didn't need to see a name to know who it was. The silence in the letter made her stomach churn with worry. The person who hired the assassin was still out there, and they were watching.
Watching her.
"Coward," she muttered under her breath, locking the phone and tossing it onto the desk.
Viola stirred. They're taunting us.
"Let them." Emerald's mind hissed back. "I'll find them. I'll make them wish they never tried."
She stared at the phone a moment longer, then made a decision.
No one would know… not yet. Not Darius, not Nessa, not even her mates. Things were chaotic enough already. She planned to narrow down the suspects during the emergency meeting tonight. No more waiting. No more hiding behind titles or politics.
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