The moment his eyes scanned the handwritten ink, the curiosity instantly drained from his face. His expression froze into a mask of pure, absolute shock, his blood running cold at the sight of those four, devastating words:
I am coming for you.
Cedric snapped his head up, his eyes darting frantically around the Grand Hall. But there was no trace of the guard who had handed him the parchment; the man had vanished completely, as if he had been nothing more than a phantom.
A dark, suffocating seed of doubt instantly took root in Cedric's heart. Could it be...? Is it possible that he is still alive?
