Ch. 91 - Know Me

Kiera POV

Looking over the painting, I was filled with this odd sensation of love. This woman's face seemed so familiar, so comforting. When River said she was his sister, disgust rumbled in my chest. I can't be their niece and have done all the things we have together. That would be beyond wrong.

Then, the story the old woman Martha told me came to mind. A fierce woman with purple eyes raided the auction houses, killed the men responsible for selling women for power, and then freed those in chains.

Martha said when she met her, a small child clutched to her leg. A brief image of me being that child crossed my mind. I wasn't sure if it was real, though. I had thought, hoped that woman was my mother, but if it were Anastasia, then I prayed not.

Martha also said she was presumed dead. River seemed confident she had died, and her daughters sacrificed. I needed more information, but I would rather talk to Chase about it. River was being odd with me, possibly nice, but I didn't trust him.