ent to find Ennis Sharpe. He found him in a

used to getting his way, J

readable. His fingers traced the rim of his

a smug edge to his voice. "You get rid of y

e cool and direct. "So my 'win'

beginning to realize this bastard son wasn't

nastasia walked in. Her face was st

voice low but clear. "What Juston is proposing is my wish. I need a leg

he first time. Her directness, her raw honesty, was

is asked, his voice

ied, meeting his gaz

's lips, faint but transfo

in spreading across his face. Anastasia clenched

ng for Anastasia to join him in his own car-a Bentley tha

ed it go, a strange, unfamiliar flic

t drumming of rain on the roof. Anast

eady?" Ennis's voi

quickly. "It just

e's wife in the span of an hour is a bit unre

she admitted calmly. "But

empty. The process

er hand trembled slightly. En

rfunctory questions, took their documen

rs. Sharpe," the clerk said, handing

orce of a drumbeat. From this moment on, she was no lo

he rain had stopped. A sliver o

her hand. Her new name was printed in cl

draping his suit jacket over her

, sandalwood scent. She pulled it tighter, a

into a diamond-sharp point. Juston. The Cross family. This i