6
I lowered my gaze, ignoring the dense wall of mocking text. My eyes focused on the bloody wounds on my body.
But to everyone’s surprise, my next encounter with the Thorne family wasn’t with Reik.
It was his son who came looking for me.
I don’t know how he found me. I only know that when I pushed open the door of my cheap motel room the next morning, he was standing there, all alone, with his school backpack on Looking at his face, so eerily similar to his father’s, I stopped in my tracks.
He tilted his head up slightly, his gaze fixed on my face.
“Who are you?” he asked in a low voice.
It was a strange question. He was the one who had sought me out, yet the first thing he asked was who I was.
“My name is Nora,” I answered, my voice earnest.
The moment the words left my mouth, his brow furrowed deeply.
