Adeline's POV

I couldn't sleep.

The photos from the warehouse haunted me. The faces of those girls, the terror in their eyes.

Emma Morrison wasn't an isolated incident, she was part of a pattern.

Beside me, Kayden shifted in his sleep, reaching for me unconsciously.

How much did he know?

He'd said his father had done terrible things. But had he known about the warehouse? About the girls?

Or was he truly ignorant?

I needed to know. Because I was about to make decisions that ...