I caught a shivering boy stealing bread. As I grabbed his arm, he sobbed, “Please don’t call the police, my brothers are starving and mom hasn’t woken up in two days.” skeptical, I followed him to his rundown apartment. When I pushed the bedroom door open, my heart froze…

marks on her arms—a venom she had never willingly taken in her life. Someone had tried to murder her. And I knew exactly who.

Chapter 2: The Architecture of Deceit

“Move! Get the medical wing prepped, now!” I screamed into my phone before I had even carried Isabella out of the shack.

My driver and I worked frantically, wrapping the freezing infants in continue reading …