ELENA POV
This is week Two in Whitefish
I needed to be smarter about this going forward.
Killing Brighton outright wouldn't work. Not here, not now.
Even if I managed it, even if I got away, there were too many loose ends. The connection between us was too well documented. I'd be the first suspect.
I needed a different approach this time, I cant do anything in a rush.
I needed to get close to him.
Without him knowing who I was.
Which meant I needed to change everything about myself.
My appearance. My identity. My entire persona.
I'd already cut my hair. Short. Dark.
But it wasn't enough.
I needed to be someone completely different. Someone Brighton would never in a million years connect to the broken young woman he'd tortured.
I spent three days researching plastic surgeons. Not in Montana. In Los Angeles.
The most discreet. The ones who worked with celebrities and billionaires who needed their faces changed and their privacy protected.
