|Nieves|
My fingers trembled as I clutched the crumpled note, my breath hitching as I read the chilling words again.
"You should have died."
The paper, creased from where it had been tied to the end of the arrow, felt heavier than it should have—as if the weight of those words alone could crush me. My gaze flickered to the wooden post of the gazebo, where the arrow had struck with lethal precision, leaving behind a deep, splintered wound in the polished surface.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight with fear.
The air carried the distinct, bitter scent of Wolfsbane, sharp and unmistakable. Whoever had loosed that arrow hadn’t just meant to scare me—they had meant to kill me. If Amos hadn’t been there, if he hadn’t reacted in time, if he hadn’t yanked me away at that crucial second…
I wou
