sat calmly in the makeup chair, a portrait of serenity. The face staring back at

ried man named Ben, said, handing her a bo

reassuring smile. "I

etwork was the fastest way to solidify Anya's identity, to build a public hi

uarterly earnings report, but the words swam before his eyes. The te

placing a thin file on the cor

information you requ

picked

an, adopted by a reclusive European family. Graduated with honors from the Royal Academy

e. The first page was

anged. The same wide, intelligent eyes. The same curve of her lips. The five years of his gr

e muted ticker tape of the stock market was replaced by

ld. "And we're back! My next guest is the breakout star of the new blockbuster

hite dress, the fabric flowing around her as she moved. She smiled at the cheering audience, a

numb fingers, scattering

moved, the way she tilted her head when she listened, the familiar cad

was

ime studying Shakespeare in London. Each laugh, each graceful gesture, was a moc

celebrated. And he had been mourning a

is gut and rose up his throat, choking him. It was rage. A pure, volcanic rage born

d let him believe he was responsibl

shrill and intrusiv

ndication. "Fremont, are you watching? Did you s

s a low, terrifying growl, a so

lanned it all along, faking her death just to get away from you. And now she comes back, with some other man's chi

fire of his rage. Betrayal. Hum

d, his breathing growing loud and ragge

his desk. The lamp, the computer monitor, the stacks of papers-everything went

nched at the sound. He had never, in all his years

ge of his office, his chest

e a raw command. "Get the jet.

. She was unaware that a storm of a magnitude she had anticipated, but with a fury