THE DEVIL KNOWS MY NAME

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"Say my name again, Kysa... and I'll remind you exactly who you are underneath the suit." I was once Kysa, a name I wore like armor four nights a week to pay tuition and rent while nobody was looking. Donomie Lawson was the client who never wanted just a night. He wanted all of me: my name, my secrets, the parts of myself I kept locked away even from me. I gave them to him. Then I disappeared and became someone he could never find. I built a new woman from the wreckage: Darla Perkins, associate attorney, clean of that old life, accountable to no one. Then my firm assigns me to the Speaker of the House's account. He recognizes me in four seconds. Donomie hasn't just risen. He has become untouchable, the kind of powerful man who rewrites rules instead of breaking them. And he still remembers exactly how to unmake me with a single sentence. I have eleven days to keep his career alive. His ex-wife has footage from a private room in the House of Meridian, a paternity test with his name on it, and nothing left to lose. I know how to win this case. I don't know how to survive being in a room with him and still call myself just his lawyer. Because Donomie Lawson isn't trying to expose Kysa. He's trying to bring her back. You can bury a name. You can build a new one from the ground up. But the man who unmade you the first time already knows exactly where the fault lines are. And the devil knows my name.