Prologue

It was early still. As the sun filtered through the stained glass window casting multicolored rays of light across the wooden floorboards casting multicolored hues, Anya sighed happily and adjusted herself more comfortably in Dimitri's embrace. After years of hiding and lies, she was finally safe and had never felt more so than in the arms of the man she loved.

At first, Anya had been more than a little concerned to tell him the truth about her past. She worried that he'd be angry or turn on her but, much to her pleasant surprise, he merely shrugged and told her he understood…that he wouldn't have trusted someone like him from the get go either.

"Not like I didn't lie to you," Dimitri had laughed, "It's just how things had to be for us since they came for your family. At least you had a damn good reason. What's my excuse?"

It was almost funny but that night when they were reunited, her grandmother had been right about one thing. She was a very good actress.