“Elin,” Aria said calmly, “what do you know about crows that send notes?”
Elin, who was sharpening a dagger on her knee, didn’t look up.
“They like shiny things. And murder.”
Aria tossed the feather on the vanity.
“Perfect. New friends.”
She picked up the small note again. Just one sentence:
“The crows remember you.”
Crows.
As in them?
A name echoed in her mind—Yvonne.
Her once-best friend. Her betrayer. The person who pushed her into the water in one world… and now might be part of some secret death cult in this one.
Of course.
System Ping: Primary Target “Yvonne” may be connected to Blackwing Society
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