. He was the one who pulled me from the

father' s plane went down over Eastern Europe, it was Drew who came to the door, hi

eld me when I cried, the one who made sure I did

ise becam

, changed when I turned eighteen. I saw the way he looked at me when he tho

. I thought

n study, I kissed him. For a moment, he kissed me back, a

ale, his eyes wide with something I mi

rough. "This can never happen. You are my wa

ure, he

derstood my place, he got engaged. To Molly Clarkson

diplomat' s son, a move to secure a

ed around his chessboard.

the one mission no one else wanted. A deep-cover operation to get close to Vikt

espect. I would sh

world. I fed the CIA everything. I dism

d, he fou

e last thing I saw was the fury in Morozov' s

hought wa

pulled me fro

elle F

before a figure that shimmered like heat off a summer road

echoing in my head. "For your country, you gave

elt nothing. No pain, no

rn to the world of the living as an unseen spirit. To find peac

ttachment

t," I wh

wirled, and the