Victor's POV
Wait. I set the phone down slowly and stared at the screen.
If I was reading this right, then I had killed Arielle's mother. Not some stranger in the woods. Not a nameless woman I could keep nameless in my head to make it easier to live with. Arielle's mother. The woman whose daughter had slept in my bed, eaten at my table, looked at me with those open eyes like I was someone worth trusting.
I placed both hands on my head.
And the husband had seen me transform back. He had stood there in the dark and watched it happen and he knew exactly what I was. That meant Harrison Hunt could recognise me the moment he laid eyes on me. If our paths ever crossed, if he ever saw my face in the right light, there would be trouble I didn't want and couldn't outrun.
I stood up and went to
