MISHA WALKED DOWN PHOENIX Parkway, her arms crossed over her chest as the words of the other women still bounced around in her head. You really should talk to him more, dear, and find out if he is your Anya. My friend seemed to think his dreams were deeply buried memories, but not his. They were from a Russian young woman, it seemed. Could she be your Anya? That was the genuine question. Could she? Could he be her Anya? How twisted would that be?
As she rounded the corner, turning left on Main Street, the wind tugging at her hair, she spotted Vasily coming out of Hell’s Brew.
And so was Carson.
She paused for a moment, confused why the two would be together, and then growing angry as she realized since she wouldn’t give him the time of day, Carson had gone after her brother. Of all the
