There was a hidden room, lined with shelves filled with old books and documents. At the center of the room, there was a desk, neat and organized and covered with photographs.

Camilla's stomach twisted as she stepped forward.

The photos were of the same person. At first glance, Camilla thought it was Cyrus, but when she picked one from the desk, she knew she was wrong. They weren't Cyrus, but someone who looked exactly like him, like his twin or brother, although he looked to be the older one.

The pictures were all old, but one thing they had in common was that they weren't casual. They were all taken...