Kelly
“Who is he?” I asked, my voice cracked as I stared at the grainy image Olivia had handed me.
Her expression was cold and unyielding, her lips twisting.
“I don’t know, but I think he’s the key to finding Aiden.”
The photograph trembled in my hands, my vision blurring as fear tightened its grip on my chest. Aiden’s face, pale and tear-streaked, was in the background of the photo, and the man standing in front of him was a stranger. A tall figure, his face partially scarred, but the malice in his posture was unmistakable.
“Where do we find him?” My voice barely audible.
Olivia glanced at me, then to Lucian, who stood a few steps away, watching us intently. “I don’t know yet,” she admitted, but her tone carried the weight of determination.
“Kelly,” Lucian said, steppi
