Chapter 172:

Kira’s POV:

My heart fell as I looked around the room, the blood draining from my face. The light I had flicked on illuminated a space that was both a gallery and a crypt, filled with pictures. No, not just pictures.

There were paintings as well, scattered among the photographs. But it wasn’t the art that made my stomach churn. It was the familiarity of the faces, the women in the pictures. A sick