The sun hadn't even cleared the skyline when the locks on my door clicked.Four women marched in…They wore sharp, black blazers and carried silver cases that looked like surgical kits. In the center of them stood a woman in a red silk wrap dress. She didn't look at me….She looked at the room, her nose wrinkled as if she could smell the public ward I’d just come from.“Is this it?” she asked. Her voice was like a thin blade.“This is Miss Hayes, Tira,” one of the stylists said.Tira finally turned her gaze to me. Her eyes were dark, polished, and entirely vacant of heat. She was the woman from the photographs in the library…the one Sergei Volkov called the daughter he never had.“Darian has such strange tastes lately,” Tira said. She stepped closer, circling me.Who is she? “Stand up, Liora. Let’s see what five hundred thousand dollars actually buys these days.”I stood. My legs were heavy, but I kept my chin level.“Arms out,” the lead stylist ordered.I didn't move.“Do what she sa
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