His Dead Lover In A New Body

y of Beverly Hills. The massive wrought-iron gates

n in the courtyard. Her chest tightened. She forced down th

Jairo opened her door, his face a blank m

me," he said, the window rolling up before she could re

amed Niamh. Niamh looked Briana up and down, her

arpeted staircase, rattling off a list

n. She looked around with exaggerated awe. She reached out t

slapping Briana's hand away. "You co

, hunching her shoulders and

f the hall. She threw a stack of ill-fitting maid uni

vanished. She walked over to the full-length mirror an

d blood from her skin until it turned red. Her mind raced

maid uniforms. She opened the guest closet. It

find-a cheap-looking, neon-pink sequined mini dress with a plunging neckline. S

black eyeliner, smudging it to look like a messy smokey eye

rough her damp hair, teasing

heap, aggressive go

ing on the marble floor downstairs, followed

ring through the sliver of space

rrounded by fawning staff. She wore a custom white

f her wide-

opped. Her pupils

s Kat

wooden doorframe that splinters pierced

sensation of toxic waste filling her lungs

was Kathleen. The universe had handed her the per

ding a maid for the placement of the lilies. The

took a deep breath, burying her murd

e nightstand and deliberately spilled half

elvet sofa, sipping Earl Grey tea. "When wil

n and ignored the sharp, radiating pain in her twisted ankle,

the grand ha

t flashed in her eyes as she took in the

, mocking smirk on her red lips. "Where the hell

wn the stairs, bringing all her vulgari