Page 25 of Unmasked Legacy

He chuckles. “We’ll catch up later for drinks?”

“I’d love that.”

Leaving his house, I feel a touch lighter. Like I have one less thing to worry about. I like Jace, and I’d hate to ruin a budding friendship by being dishonest with him. He might not like my choices, but at least I’m truthful about them.

Arriving back at the hotel, I make my way toward my room, desperate for a nap. I haven’t slept properly since I’ve been here, and it’s starting to take its toll. Unlocking the door, I step inside and notice something on the ground. There is a folded slip of paper just beneath my door. Frowning, I reach down and pick it up, opening it and reading the words inside.

Confusion washes over me.

Come find her, if you can.

He can help you, if you’re lucky.

Know this, though, everything you think you know ... is a lie.

The secrets this town holds will crush you.

I promise you that.

What the hell?

I flip the note over, but that’s all that’s written on it.

My heart skips a beat as I try to decipher the words.

Someone is messing with me, but why?

He wants me to come and find the girl? Is this some sort of game? Is he enjoying watching me being tormented? The question is, why? Why would anyone want to hurt me? I haven’t done a single thing wrong to deserve that.

I’m missing something here.

I know that for certain.

Frustrated, I pull out my phone and dial Wolfe. He agreed to help me, so he can start with trying to figure out who the hell is watching me and leaving notes.

“Why are you calling Rook?”

Esme’s voice comes across the line, and I want to slam the phone down and scream as loudly as I can, but, instead, I stay calm.

“I need to speak to him. Put him on the phone.”

“If you’re trying to worm your way in, know this, he’s going to make me his Old Lady, and I’m not letting anyone get in the way of that.”

My chest clenches.

“Put him on the phone, Esmerelda.”

“Do not—”

“Why the fuck are you answerin’ my phone?”

Wolfe’s angry voice can be heard in the background, and then scratching sounds come across the line before I hear him growl, “What?”

Breathe, Mera.

“I need to see you.”

“I agreed to help you, but I’m not your fuckin’ call boy.”

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