All Chapters of The Scent of Secrets : Chapter 11

The letter, a small white square, felt like a shard of ice in the warm, salty air. I read the words once, then again, watching the ink blur. "Last chance, Shadow. Meet me at Jurgina Bar. Second floor, Room 8. Midnight and come ALONE." My fingers clenched, crumpling the note until the paper groaned. A tremor ran from my hand up my arm, a cold current against the island's tropical heat. How had he found us? Eavon had promised this place was impenetrable, a fortress built of secrecy and trust. Yet, a ghost from our past had simply slipped a message under the door.The questions swirled in my mind, a frantic, nauseating tide. What did Julian want? What was this "last chance"? The tranquility of the morning had shattered, leaving me in a state of profound, bone-deep isolation. Just a few hours ago, I had been lost in the safety of Eavon’s embrace. Now, I felt like a puppet with cut strings, about to fall into a pit I couldn't see.A part of me wanted to tear the note into confetti, to