Wasted by starvation, scarred by torture... Frederic stood there. Some unknown force had brought him to Vezaley. A victim of amnesia, the only clues to his elusive past were remnants of a dream—the image of a Gothic church and a name ... Anne. Anne cringed at the sight of him. For three years she had tried to erase every trace of him from her life. his presence unleashed a flood of bitter memories. But the painful scars covering Frederic's body convinced Anne's friend, Dr. Lambert, that Frederic was the victim of a vicious crime—and hidden in his subconscious lurked a truth too horrible to be relived
