The Heiress Rises From The Mud

rough the flooded s

wer lip again. The metallic taste of blood and the smell of dirty rain still

the rearview mirror from the passenger seat. Sim

er igno

tofer ordered. His voice was absolute ice. "Dig up t

connected to the Barrett family's private security net

rete stairwell. She found the spare key hidden under a dead pott

r and slid down the wall until sh

ing through her system. Her

o her broken bones. A series of sickening pops echoed in the q

mories slammed into Anne's brain. The sheer vol

untains. She heard her biological mother's dyin

ski masks cornering her in a Manhattan alley. A s

nd deadly. She clearly remembered the black snake t

bathroom. She stared at the mirror. The face looking back

what they did to you," A

had taken her wallet and ID. The only thing lef

lickered and miraculously lit up. The noti

York number. Anne's new memories told he

sh ringtone bounced off the concrete wa

vocal cords, mimicking the terrified, raspy

he hell

er end was cold and dripp

r memories. Braden Montoya. The eldest

eathing to sound r

tered. "Some bad men chased

hrough his nose. The disgust wa

giving you exactly ten minutes. If you aren'

ne wen

ed screen. A cold smile

her hair. She dug through the duffel bag on the bed a

e skin around her eyes until it turned red and puffy, perfe

he picked an abandoned convenience store three bl

walked back out into the freezing rain

side the Port Authority bus terminal. He stared at the l

life, tearing into the rain to pick up the biggest pub