![]() ![]() ![]() Blonde strands fell to the floor, but I kept my eyes on Alex, so focused on the job in hand. He looped my hair, twisting it up like a rope, then pressed the scissors against the nape of my neck and cut. The strain of the last week was starting to show. The bruise on his cheek had faded and there was only the faintest trace of a scar running at an angle across his cheekbone up to his eye. ![]() ![]() Alex was standing behind me, bare-chested and in jeans, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders. I stared back at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.įor Nichola and Vic, for always being there for me, even though we’re thousands of miles apart. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The right of Sarah Alderson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.Ī CIP catalogue copy for this book is available from the British Library. This book is copyright under the Berne Convention. First published in Great Britain in 2012 by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd ![]()
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