Olivia's POV
My fingers trembled as I tore open the envelope Lolita had handed me. Inside was a small card with just one sentence written in the same elegant script:
*Meet me on the mansion rooftop at 10 PM tonight. Come alone.*
No signature. Nothing else to indicate who had sent it.
"What is it, Miss?" Lolita asked, her eyes wide with concern.
I showed her the card. "Someone wants to meet me on the rooftop tonight."
Lolita's forehead creased with worry. "That doesn't seem safe. Especially after what the triplets just told you about the Seer's vision."
"I know." I chewed my lower lip, torn between curiosity and caution. The timing was too coincidental—first the triplets warning me of danger, now this mysterious summons.
"Do you think it could be them? Another attempt to manipulate me?" I asked, more to myself than to Lolita.
She shrugged. "It's possible. Or it could be Alpha Damien. You know how he likes his dramatic gestures."
