Reborn: The Unwanted Girl's Spectacular Comeback

in the attic, a space the Sterlings considered suitable for a charity case. It was small, with a single sloped window and furniture t

ing in time with her heartbeat. Her phone, the one she'd use

m Professo

r spot. One month. Here is the contact information for Damien Holden. He is a former student

d through her chest. She stared at the name-Damien Holden. It was unfamili

when her door was thrown open with suc

He was her second brother, a man who lived life at two hundred miles per hour, both on th

room. He jabbed a finger at her face. "You hurt Isabell

. Arguing with Gavin was like arguing with

t look? You think you're better than us? Without the S

on of worried innocence. She placed a delicate hand

is voice booming in the small room. "You're too good, Iz

ista's hand. In two quick strides, he snatched it from her. Th

is? Calling for backup? Think you're going to

sta. An icy calm washed over

?" Gavin's smile

round. The screen spiderweb

rned on his heel and stalked out of the room. Isabelle shot Calista a look-a flee

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r slamm

before the sound of a key turning

e bed, ignoring the pain in her ankle, and hobbled to the

he yelled, pounding her f

hall, accompanied by Isabelle's faint, theatric

her breath coming in ragged pants. The walls of the

amp on her nightstand went out. The r

ut the

asn't just the absence of light; it was the presence of a memory. The memory of another locked room, anothe

kled down her temples. The air grew thick, unbreathable. She slid down the door,

ing to make herself smaller, trying to disappear. But there was no escaping