My breath caught in my throat. My heart and my mind were both racing. I tore my gaze away from the photograph to steal a quick glance at Reid, and he was just as stunned, still clutching the list of serum ingredients in his hands.
It was her, and Claude. The photo looked to be at least a couple of decades old, but he looked the same as I remembered him—bald head, striking, tea green eyes, sharp, angular features. His thin lips were upturned, as he smiled broadly, his arm slung over her shoulders.
And there she was, the purple-eyed b***h, looking much more lively and rosy-cheeked than I’d ever seen her. Her ice blonde hair barely reached her shoulders. The most noticeable difference between this photo and the haunting woman in my vision, was her blue eyes; they were pale in color and far
