Okay, I devoured this book. From page one, I instantly connected with Cyra. As an older sister myself, I totally felt that fierce loyalty—like yeah, I’d 100% go to the ends of the earth to avenge my sibling too.

The twisty vibes start early, and I had a hunch that Mira’s murder wasn’t random. The deeper the story went, the more I was sucked in. 

What really got me was how Cyra started to realize she wasn’t as repulsed by the killers in the group as she expected. It had me asking some real questions: Are we, as a society, becoming numb to violence because of how glamorized true crime has become? The obsession is always with the killer—how they did it, why they did it—and the victims feel like background noise. That hit hard.

And the chapters from the killers’ POVs? Genuinely chilling. The level of detail was eerie in the best (and worst?) way. It was like crawling into their minds—and trust me, you do not want to stay there.

The ending? Super satisfying. I closed the book feeling creeped out and oddly fulfilled.

If you like your thrillers with a dark twist and moral gray zones, this one’s for you.