Chloe’s pov
Ray slipped into my room late that afternoon, her dark eyes darting toward the open hallway before she closed and locked the heavy oak door behind her.
She walked quickly over to my bed, pulling a small, rolled piece of parchment from the inner pocket of her apron. Her hands trembled as she pressed the note into my palm.
"What's this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It came from Twilight," Ray breathed, stepping close so her voice wouldn't carry. "A messenger brought it to the kitchen gate, wrapped in a bundle of dried feverfew. He said it was for your eyes only."
I unrolled the parchment. The ink was dark, sharp, and instantly recognizable. Lisa's handwriting.
Chloe,
I am sending this with great risk. Dark magic has been detected moving along the southern ri
