Phoebe moved through the crowd like a ghost, sliding between clusters of rich, smart people like a will-o-the-wisp. At some level her senses were on alert for a sign of Harding or his goon, Barrett Stern, but it was hard to feel real when no one even acknowledged her presence in this gathering of the powerful and moneyed of Denver.
It was like being split into pieces. Kerry Anne was in full and firm control of Phoebe’s outside, but inside, who she was now and who she’d been wrestled like twin babies in a womb. A gateway to the past had been opened. Her demons were out of the box and couldn’t be sent back because she needed them to make the game happen. She just hoped she could control them. The stakes were high. If she lost this one, she lost big, she lost it all, and she lost without hop
