“Too damn bad. Say it.”
“They’re coming for my name,” I recite. “And everything that comes with it.”
Anya nods. “Exactly. It’s the most valuable thing about you. So you might as well own it. Becauseyou very well could end up dying because of it.”
“Great,” I say tiredly. “Good mother-daughter chat.”
“You’ll thank me one day.”
Doubt it, I think to myself. But I say nothing out loud. I just look down at my son and marvel at howmuch he looks like his father. When I spare a moment to think of Leo, my heart clenches.
I’m hoping it’ll pass with time.
So far, no such luck.
The door opens and Leo walks in. I rush to him, stopping just out of arms’ reach. “I think I knowwhere she might be.”
I take a breath. “Leo… I know I messed up. You have every right to be angry at me
