Celia
The envelope is heavy in my hands. It is much thicker than the other one that contained a single piece of paper inside of it. I turn it around and notice a dark blue wax seal on the back, holding it shut.
I run my fingers over the wax seal and silently memorize the way the insignia feels marked inside the wax. Flipping over the envelope one last time, I notice that my name has been drawn into the paper.
My blood runs cold. Chills spread across my body and goosebumps litter my skin.
This message is meant for me.
I suck in a breath, unable to fully give as much oxygen to my lungs as possible, the burning sensation tingling the inside of my organs as my heartbeat begins to race. The hair on the back of my neck stands up.
How did…how did Bianca and her allies find us? James and I m
