Chapter 19 -NINETEEN-

Ingrid's Point Of View.

The nursery reeked of blood and infant formula. Malakar's lifeless body lay in a grotesque sprawl on the polished wood, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The sight made my stomach churn, but it was Malakar's last words that truly paralyzed me.

He knew.

He knew every...

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