◆◆◆ Chapter 19 ◆◆◆
~ Kris Hunter ~
The package was waiting on my doorstep when I got home from the library—plain brown paper, no label, no return address. Just my name scrawled in sharp black marker. I carried it inside, stomach already twisting. Tiana was sprawled on the couch binge-watching some reality show, feet on the coffee table, yelling at the screen like the contestants could hear her.
“Another secret admirer?” she teased without looking up.
I forced a laugh. “Probably junk mail.”
I took it to my bedroom and shut the door.
My fingers shook as I tore the paper open.
Photographs spilled onto the bed — glossy, high-resolution, timestamped.
Me.
In the Room of Ecstasy.
Kneeling on the velvet cushion in black lace lingerie, thighs spread, eyes down, spotlit like a specimen. An
