Chapter 48 His Objective

• London:
• I stared at the woman in his hands with widened eyes, appalled and filled with rapid-growing dread as I noticed the blood that trailed down her legs, the paleness of her skin, and that very profound smell of fucking decay. Blaire that I knew never smelled like that... What happened to her?
• As I unfolded the scene before me, I couldn't shake the unsettling realisation that something had tragically altered Blaire. The air was heavy with a sense of dread as I grappled with the mystery of her transformation.