Chapter 343

Sylvie was still looking at the screen.

Her thumb kept moving across the photograph, zooming in on the face, pulling back, zooming in again, as though the image would eventually resolve into something different from what it was showing her if she looked at it enough times and from enough angles.

"No," she said. Barely a sound. "Damon."

She touched the face on the screen.

She had touched that face