Cara’s POV
I’m in my pajamas, nearly ready to climb under the covers, when I hear the knocking.
I freeze, relaxing only marginally when I hear my two protectors go to the door.
One last loud thud against the door makes me jump.
Moving out of my bedroom, I step into the hallway as the front door is opened.
“What the hell is that?” Noel asks.
“It’s a note,” Alaric says.
“Macabre, isn’t it? Is that blood?” Noel asks.
A moment passes, where my heart thunders so loudly that I hear it in my ears. I inch closer to the stairs. From here, I can see down into the foyer, where Alaric stands near the open door. There’s a red-stained note in his hands. A dagger is buried in the face of the door.
Alaric touches one of the red splotches on the note and then brings it to his nose. “It’s paint,”
