Ella
I had never seen that contract before in my entire life.
“Do you care to explain?” Alexander’s face was red with fury, green eyes so dark that they were nearly black.
Explain myself? What was there to explain?
“Alexander,” I said, handing the contract back to him, “I have no idea what this is. I’ve never seen it before.”
He blinked at me like I’d just sprouted a second head or perhaps told him that the sky was purple instead of blue. “It’s got your signature on it.”
Indeed, the contract did have my signature on it. But it wasn’t mine. Not really. “It’s a forgery,” I said simply, frustration coiling low in my gut at the very notion—I wasn’t angry with Alexander, but rather with whoever had stolen my identity to use in this facade. “I swear to you, I never signed
