Someone had circled my face in red. At the back of the envelope, a small, crumpled note sent a chill down my spine: Watch yourself.
My heart thudded. Do they want me dead too?
Was this what Anthony had warned about yesterday?
Was I the one in danger now? And what about the guards—were they in on this?
My breath hitched. My fingers trembled as I clutched the picture. One of the bulky guards noticed and stepped closer. His shadow fell over me.
"Do you need help? What's in the envelope?" His voice was low, almost too polite.
I forced a smile, my cheeks stiff. "No… it's nothing." I took a step back, the weight of my fear hidden behind that lie. "Maybe you're right. I… I'll stay back."
The guard didn't move. Behind his dark sunglasses, I felt his gaze pinning me down, as if he could see through me, waiting for me to confess more. But I turned quickly, clutching the picture tighter, and walked away.
Now that danger is real... am I ready for it?