What?!
How?!
I blanched, sickened and all kinds of disgusted. My eyes meet with his milky ones and for a horrifying second, the world stills and I see it. I see it so very clearly hidden in the haze and the burnt skin.
The gold in his eyes.
The pale yet perfect complexion.
The indifferent look on his face that I’ve seen so many times on my own mother.
His bald head growing a stubble of blonde… the features so painfully familiar as I’ve looked upon those same features my whole life.
A perfect Rhys.
No.
It can’t be.
They’re all dead. All of them except my mother, Venus and Freya. There’s no one else.
There can’t be anyone else.
I have been told what has become of the rest.
Their bodies or what was left of them were ripped apart, burned and disposed of. It’s not possible. It
