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{~~Avery Sterling~~}I bit my thumb, trying to make sense of these brutal murders. I’d texted Logan already. Telling him to send his mother over to the house to fix up the spare room as a baby room since I won’t be leaving here any time soon. The victims we’d seen in the photos kept at Rex and Ava’s place were all accounted for.But as mentioned, the king’s daughter was missing. Why keep her? Leverage? He could be halfway across the world right now. What happened, Darren? Why the madness?I get his actions are a combination of the traumas he faced, and then ava... but people are still responsible for the choices they make. Couldn’t these women fight him off? There are thirty women here.The number of women found, the number of children discovered. This is all wrong. This method. Maybe I need to sink back and consider what his motive truly is. Because he’s not doing anything in a particular pattern like a serial killer would.They leave pieces of themselves in each murder. Be it the way

{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan’s mother did an exceptional job with the spare room. She must have worked tirelessly because when I stepped inside, it was as if the room had been designed for a child to grow up in—a little haven of warmth and safety. The walls were painted a soft, calming lavender with hand-painted butterflies fluttering across one side. The crib was a gleaming white, surrounded by plush toys and blankets neatly folded on top of the changing table. There were shelves already stocked with baby books, diapers stacked like towers, and jars of baby food arranged in perfect rows. She thought of everything.Earlier that day, after my panic attack, Logan had taken me to the hospital. My heart had been racing, my breathing shallow, and my mind scattered in a dozen directions. I could barely think straight. Logan, calm and ever patient, had sat with me as they administered something for the headache that had been pounding at my temples. He told me I should try to sleep it off, that

{~~Avery Sterling~~}The drive was exhausting, mentally not physically. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, making me tap my steering wheel with uneasiness. I arrived only a few minutes late, hopping out of the car after I parked it next to the king’s.“Okay, I’m here.”“Yes, you are. So you knew what I was up to, and you brought me here as what? Muscle so I can back you up when they take you?” He scoffed then laughed.“I have no such hope. I want you to have your daughter.”There must have been something in the way I said it because he immediately looked at me with suspicion. I walked past him. The edge of the town is where that dusty motel was. The crime scene tapes are still all over them. So we waited until twelve pm when a black van pulled out. Rex was in the driver's seat, and I know Darren was at the back. But with tinted windows, we couldn’t see him. I'm simply making a calculated guess.“Follow my lead, you don’t want the second guy to kill your daughter. Stay close, and

{~~Avery Sterling~~}I woke up to a faint yet sharp feeling of pain that tugged at my awareness, coaxing me out of the thick, hazy blanket of sleep I’d been wrapped in. The kind of pain that was more of a distant reminder than an immediate problem. I blinked, slowly coming to, my vision still blurred from the night. My hand instinctively reached out, and I felt the cool metal of the baby monitor right in front of my face. Logan must have placed it there, probably sometime in the early hours while I was deep in sleep. That small act of consideration—of knowing I would want to hear her, to be close to her even in my sleep—made my heart swell a little. He was thoughtful like that, even in the smallest details. I smiled despite the slight discomfort in my muscles from having slept in a bit of an awkward position, grateful for him.Rolling out of bed, I moved gingerly, feeling the weight of the previous day's events settle into my bones. It had been a whirlwind, bringing Hope home, and fin

{~~Avery Sterling~~}Darren was surprised. Hell, everyone was surprised when I hit him. There was this sharp crack that echoed in the room, followed by a stunned silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. His eyes widened with shock, his hand flying to his face as blood seeped through the cracks of his fingers. But, honestly, I just kind of needed to do that. There was a pent-up anger in me that I hadn’t even realized until the moment my fist connected with his skin. It felt like everything—the lies, the pain, the manipulation—had finally boiled over.He staggered back, clearly dazed, but quickly tried to compose himself. Darren wasn’t the type to stay down for long, at least not without throwing some sort of insult my way. He swayed for a moment, his balance off, before slowly standing up. His shirt sleeve quickly became soaked as he used it to try to stop the bleeding from his nose.“You bitch, what the fuck?” he spat, his voice rough, full of venom. But I didn’t flinch. I j