Her Borrowed Life

he silence. It was a heavy, expensive silence that filled the massive foyer, swallowing the sound of my own breathing. I s

simple but obviously costly silk dress, and shoes that felt like they were designed by someone who hated feet. This body belonged to a woman named Anya, and ac

arried Julian Vance, a man known for his ruthlessness in business and his coldness in private. She had done it for money, and now she was supposed to live he

ad had explained just before I woke up he

e you lo

looked about ten, with Julian's dark hair and a pale, resentful face. This was Leo, Julian's nephew, his ward since his parents' death. He was also

to be his wic

ming out smoother than I expected. "I

ng that answer. He expected a sn

n't just to survive, it was to get paid. And step one was dealing with the

rtable heels clicking on the marble. I st

ing my tone even. "I know this

He just watched me, hi

continued. "In fact, I think you and

ened. "I don't

all, conspiratorial smile. "This plac

whether he knew it yet or not, was this angry kid. The memories swirling in my head were clear about one thing: the original Anya had pushed Leo away, and in doing so, had isolated herself. Her abuse of the boy was a s