The death threat arrived by courier at midnight.
Not to me. To Liam.
A manila envelope with no return address. Inside, a single photo. Me, walking out of the courthouse after the verdict. A red X drawn over my face. And a note typed on plain paper.
She thinks she won. She hasn't. 72 hours.
Liam didn't tell me right away. I found out the next morning when I woke up to find four additional security guards outside his apartment and Jordan setting up surveillance equipment in the living room.
"What's happening?" I asked, still groggy from the first real sleep I'd had in days.
Liam emerged from his office. Dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't slept.
"We got a threat." He showed me the photo. "Someone's planning to hurt you within seventy-two hours."
My blood turned cold. "Who sent it?
