Ana was fond of her borrowed abode in the nicer section of the city. Her two years with Micheal had in fact worn off some of the harsher edges about Ana Lewis, and she discovered that there was a bit of a necessity in her for luxury. Of course, tying one's self down to a husband wasn't something that Ana ever intended on doing again with or without the addition of the illusion love to it. There was something to be said for being free.

No, this house had come by a different con, one that started by convincing one of the families that Ana was the illegitimate daughter of a beloved son from a tawdry affair. The nanomites and healing ability in her skin had convinced them of her parentage, and so this small house had been gifted to her, along with a certain sum in order to keep her mouth shut about it.

Of course, Ana had added to her fund through nefarious means, mostly because she was a bit bored. The smell of roasted garlic plumed when she opened the door, because Ana had been cooking. She grinned at her brother and then stepped inside, waiting to hug him until the door was closed.