Nicholas’s POV
My vision tunneled, narrowing until everything but her—the faint, quivering shape of her—vanished from my sight.
On her skin, faintly red as if mocking me, was undeniable.
“Kevin’s,” I spat, the venom sharp and bitter on my tongue. “It has to be Kevin’s.”
Her eyes went wide, impossibly wide, and I could almost see her lungs freeze mid-breath.
“What—” she began, and then stopped, as if the words died in her throat before they could even think of leaving her lips.
“Don’t lie to me!” My voice boomed, echoing in the narrow, dimly lit space. Norman roared with me, a deep, primal sound that shook the walls around us. “You carry his scent. You hide his children. And now this?”
I could feel the madness clawing at the edges of my mind, sharp and merciless. The idea of another
