Even now, after so many years, the sight of a red rose petal on his desk chills Jack to the bone.
It’s the Fae; he knows it as surely as if he’d seen them place the petal there themselves. The memory of the day they killed his whole squad to avenge the death of their chosen one is as vivid now as the day it happened. It’s something he’ll never forget.
Whatever is happening, the petal is a warning not to interfere, a reminder that no one can hide from their vengeance.
It’s a warning he’s not about to ignore.