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Chapter 1

“Number four hundred and ninety-two”

Reyna stared down at the crisp piece of paper she had been clutching the last eight hours She blinked in surprise and recognition: 4-9-2

“That’s et the administrator’s attention It was about ti here all day

The adh the stark white hospital ward Her heels clicked rhythainst the tiled floor as she approached Reyna froht to her shoulders, and she had on a white unifors The only bit of color was the blood-red symbol on the pocket of her shirt

Visage

The largest company in the world It employed e primarily specialized in what they called body eht that was a fancy term for blood escorts Whatever people wanted to call the teret by in this terrible economy And she was about to become one of them

But she couldn’t think about that right now Even just to herself, she couldn’t joke about it Not while she was sitting in this stale white roo

Her own turn to beco she feared the most

“Four-nine-two?” the woman asked

“Yes,” Reyna said She was embarrassed that her voice shook when she answered

She stood stiffly, stretching out her sore ht hours wasn’t exactly conducive to being active Her hands shook, and she tucked them into the pockets of her worn-out jeans to try to hide them She still couldn’t believe this was her life, that she was about to do this Brian and Dreere going to kill her

The wonored her discomfort

“Right this way, four-nine-two” Her voice was flat and lifeless, and she droned out the number printed on Reyna’s card with barely concealed boredom

“It’s Reyna,” she told the lady curtly

She had a name She wasn’t just some number