I’m twenty three years old and I’m an American. My name is not Lieve. I’m not nineteen years old and I’m not Dutch.” I repeated the words over and over to myself trying to emblazon it into my mind. I was starting to feel myself mentally breaking under Smith’s watchful eye and I knew that once he had me where he wanted me, he’d probably kill me. He had already told me that he had no intention of letting me leave Amsterdam and he assured me that I would never see Theo again. A tear trickled down my face as I looked bravely into the mirror and repeated the words quietly to myself. “My name is Amity Crane. My name is Amity Crane...” “Who are you talking to?” a curious, accented voice asked behind me. I turned around and saw a beautiful blonde woman smiling at me. I wiped the tears away quickly and glared at her. “What do you want?” I asked. “Did you say your name is Amity?” she asked. “Yes.” “Then he held up his end of the bargain. My name is Valentina, but in the Red Light District, I am Danique,”
