Her name is Nora Callahan.
I know this because Rhys says it under his breath like a man bracing for weather he has been watching approach from a distance and hoped would change direction.
She walks in ahead of whoever is with her, small and sharp-eyed with dark hair cut blunt at the jaw and the specific energy of a woman who has decided something before she arrived and is here to execute it. She looks like Rhys around the eyes. Same directness. Same economy of expression.
She stops when she sees me.
Her gaze moves from me to Rhys and back to me and she does the entire calculation in about two seconds.
"You must be Camille," she says.
I glance at Rhys.
"I did not tell her," he says immediately.
"Vivienne told me," Nora says, walking further into the apartment like
