Reborn, Redeemed, Relentless Revenge

of the car around me-that was my last memory. My sister Bella'

oom, years younger, my hands smooth and unscarred. The shock of rebirth warre

legacy left in ruins; my life single-mindedly devoted to clearing his name. And Bella, my own sister, orchestratin

lculated murder, a final betrayal. They left me f

e bitter taste of betrayal fresh on my tongue. Why

ed sweetness. "Chloe," she cooed, "I need to talk to you about something." It was the exact same scene. The s