Our monsters may wear different faces. But they’re the same.
He has done to you what Yannick did to me.
Placing my palm on my stomach, I remember the sound of my baby’s heartbeat. Our baby’s heartbeat. It’s different ... We’re different ... Asher isn’t Yannick.
Isn’t he?
Frowning, I strip down and climb into the tub. The water is on the edge of scalding, but it’s exactly what I want. I welcome the heat, hoping that it offers the distraction I need. But no matter how deeply I sink into the water, no matter how deeply its heat penetrates me, my worries refuse to vanish.
The only way to know is to find out the truth about Pyotr.
I need to know if Asher murdered a child.
You can always ask him … my own voice whispers. But I can’t. I won’t know that he’s not going to spin me another web
