AUTHOR’S POV

As Aria and Eva walked out of Eira’s premises, Aria’s hands were still clenched into a fist. Her chest burned with anger. Someone had killed her mother in the most disheartening way, and for years, that person had lived freely, untouched.

Eva, seeing the fire practically radiating from her friend, gently held her hand to stop her. “How do you plan to get his hair?” she asked softly.

Aria hadn’t even thought of it. All she knew was that she would get it. One way or ...