death was th

, the man who orchestrated it al

I' m a ghost, you see. A spirit tethered to him, a permanent, invisible a

ever in his tailored suit. Beside him, clinging to his arm, was Chloe D

ed vulnerability in her eyes that had fool

hey settled into the back of a black sedan. "Now that we

He stared out the win

petulant. "Dr. Evans said it' s a perfect m

y. Of course. That' s all I ever was to them. A collection of rare an

resource for the wealthy

was in my small apartment, sketching, feeling the happy buzz of my new eng

The hospital is low on O-negative.

ronic illness. My heart went out to hi

owned, let them draw my blood, and felt a quiet pr

ate room. A nurse left a glass of juice and a cookie on the ta

y heart jumped, thinking he' d come to check o

He looked at the bag of my

ce clipped and cold. "I

dded. "Yes,

o warmth in his eyes, only impatience. "I' ll have my driv

ed by a cold, hollow feeling. This man, my fiancé, look

of doubt, small and unwelcome, sparked within me. I told myself I was

naive girl who thought a

dn' t just introduced us at a charity gala; she had targeted me. She ran my background,

played his pa