The face beneath made Katia's breath stop.
A young omega, barely twenty years old, with her eyes still open. Glassy and unseeing, frozen in an expression of absolute terror. A deep gash ran across her throat, exposing the white gleam of bone beneath.
Katia's stomach heaved. She turned her head and vomited onto the stone, her whole body shaking.
"That's not the one," Xandar said cheerfully behind her. "Keep going, sweet Katia. We'll find her eventually."
Monster, Katia's mind screamed. Monster, monster, MONSTER...
But her hands were already moving to the next body, already pulling back the cloth despite her violent trembling.
This one was older, maybe forty, with graying hair matted with blood. Her abdomen had been torn open, organs visible through the massive wound.
