The Ladies of the Past

“No. No,” I shook my head. “That was Renee. That wasn’t me. I’m Arianna. Not Renee from your past life.”

“You are The Lady,” Tony said, “So you are one and the same.”

That sounded gibberish to me. How could I be the same person as all of those girls Xander showed me in the paintings? It was bollocks!

“What about Crishella and Kinara then?” I asked. “Kinara can’t be me. She’s too badass to be me.”

“They were you too. Just in a different time,” he answered calmly. “Plus, you are a badass, Arianna. You always were and always will be.”

Oh, that was actually nice. But that was beside the point.

“I don’t remember anything from their lives…”

“But you’ve started having flashbacks, right?” Tony continued, “You’ll start to remember them one by one and not in sequential order.”

Okay… that was a lot to take in. So, I was about to remember all eight–because I was the ninth–lives I hadn’t known.

I wrote Renee’s name on the pa