Ellie’s POV: I wasn’t supposed to see her again. Not after what happened in Seattle. Not after what she did.
But there she was — strutting into HQ in that tight long black ops dress like she owned the place. That smug little smirk. Those hips. And that damn perfume she knew I liked. Dina-freaking-Woodward. My ex. My rival. The femme agent with a body count and a smile that could kill quicker than her silenced pistol. I should’ve walked out. Punched a wall. Asked for a new partner. Hell, asked for a new life. But instead? I got stuck on a mission with her. Undercover. Posing as a married couple. Yeah. Married. Sleeping in the same hotel bed. Wearing fake rings and faking intimacy in public. But the real danger? That I’m not faking when I touch her. When I look at her. When I remember the way her lips tasted after a kill. We’re supposed to retrieve a stolen virus blueprint before it hits black market buyers in Berlin. But we’re also supposed to not fall back into whatever the hell we used to be. Or worse—what we could be. Thing is... I think I still love her. And if I don’t kill her first, I might just prove it.