In the days following my vision, Allegra and Aurora spent as much time with me as possible. It was like she treated our last moments like I was dying. Luca was uncomfortable as he stood with us, from what emotions plagued his face, he was still exhausted despite his hunts and, from the curt hushed conversations he and Allegra shared, he didn't 'fix' me.
The hotel, I later found out, was in Novgorod and we had arrived nearly two days after the Volturi tracker found our hiding spot. We were in the far southern part of town and, despite outing Kassandra's lie, we remained indoors to prevent any sort of attention being drawn to us.
Russell was moving away from Kassandra in the days following my vision. Despite glares from Allegra, he tried to get closer to me. Regretfully, our conversations wouldn't last long due to Allegra treating him like a child trying to play a little too rough with a porcelain doll. It was as if Aurora, Allegra and inevitably Luca and Solomon were my bodyguards.
"Can I ask you something?" Russell's voice chimed in as I was looking out our third story window at the darkened city lights.
"Shoot." I didn't look away from the lights.
"What happened?" He looked at me drawing my attention. "The night we came here that is."
I opened my mouth and side-glanced to Allegra who's jaw shifted. "Nothing." I lied and offered him a reassuring smile. "We just talked about stuff." Solomon and Luca entered the room holding a few bags.
"But… you didn't speak when we were in the room last." His brow furrowed. Aurora looked to Russell then to Allegra. Her hand moved in a certain way as to allerg Allegra of something.
"I think that's enough." Allegra began.
"O-okay." Russell shifted awkwardly and exited the room.
"What?" I asked looking between Aurora and Allegra.
"Nothing. Nothing." Allegra shook her head. I pursed my lips and stormed from the room. I heard a few faint 'wait's as I left but they became muffled by the door slamming behind me. I walked down the hallway that, to an average human, looked like a sprint. I continued my speed until I noticed an envelope on the floor. I hastily picked it up and walked to a near by trash can. Before tossing it out, I noticed my name written in intricate handwriting. I stopped and turned it over looking for a sender. Nothing was there but a blood red blot of wax.
I hastily opened the envelope, tearing at the paper of the envelope as I did so. The letter inside looked to be made of fine paper that would only belong to someone of great wealth.
Go to the warehouse on the north end at midnight.
Come alone or not at all. All will be revealed.
It wasn't signed and sadly, it wasn't personalized and, therefore, I couldn't tell who it belonged to. I turned it over in my hands looking for any sort of signature. The only thing I found was a map on the opposite side of the message.