I read the note again and again. I wasn't sure if I should feel threatened. Though the note seemed to be a bit smug in tone, it didn't seem like the person who wrote it would do any harm… yet.
Maybe I could let it go. I had enough on my plate to worry about and I was putting a lot of pressure on Daisy Green, too. She wouldn't appreciate me throwing another assignment at her.
'No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death and with his title greet Macbeth.
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.'
I read it again and sighed. This mystery man didn't exist until a day ago and now he's sending me notes?
I twirled the rose in my hand and flinched as it pricked my thumb. A drop of blood surfaced, and I pulled my finger to my mouth and sucked on it.
