CHAPTER FORTY
The cabin fell into a stunned hush as the photograph passed from hand to hand. Six infants stared up from the image…dark hair, lighter strands, auburn, chestnut, and two additional shades that had never appeared in any previous record.
Victoria’s handwriting on the back was unmistakable, the final taunt delivered with clinical elegance: the seventh was never engineered. She was born to end what Victoria had begun.
Elena set the photo down in the center of the table like a live grenade. Six sisters leaned in, their faces forming a living mosaic of the same genetic legacy…different shades, same sharp cheekbones, same watchful eyes.
Lila spoke first, voice low and edged. “She’s playing us again. Even from the grave. The seventh isn’t a spare. She’s the weapon designed to fi
