“Christina,” he said. “So you recognize me at last,” she said, her tone playful. “All these years, Brant. All these years I’d hoped you would recognize me, despite my disguise.” “You haven’t always been Corinne,” Fitzroy said, shaking his head. “She’s younger.” “Which made her a more suitable victim,” the woman said. “I was her governess first. I went by Kathryn then. I helped
