Your job was simple on paper: keep her safe.

But nothing about Marie Avgeropoulos was simple.

From the moment you were assigned to her tour, you realized this wouldn’t be like protecting any other client. She was magnetic—too witty for her own good, too reckless with crowds, and far too good at slipping past security when she wanted freedom.

On the third night, she leaned toward you backstage, her voice low so only you could hear over the screaming fans. “Relax, I’m not going to start any trouble.”

“You’re five seconds from darting into that crowd,” you shot back, scanning the venue.

Her grin was maddening. “Guess you know me already.”