Logan stood beside Titus and watched out the window of the townhome the vampire had rented while his mansion was rebuilt. In the yard, Adara went through the motions of an imaginary battle. Her movements so fluid, they almost blurred.
"She's good," Logan remarked.
"She was trained to be a killer."
"To kill who?" he asked.
Titus rolled his shoulders. "She won't say. She is still claiming she doesn't recall much of her earlier life."
"You think she's lying?"
"Not entirely. Hints of the spell still cling to her. But she is remembering things, she's just not sharing."
"She looks nothing like the woman we met months ago."
"That was but a disguise." Titus gestured outside. "This is the real Adara."
A woman who stood almost six feet with platinum hair bound back in a braid. There remaine
