Isaac and you had never worked well together. The agency always sent its top spies solo, but tonight was different: the best were forced to team up. Unfortunately, you and Isaac were also the worst at tolerating each other.

The ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers and velvet drapes. You slipped into character with a sly navy dress hugging every curve, while Isaac’s sharp black suit looked carved from arrogance itself. Guests swirled with champagne and secrets, and somewhere among them hid the host whose truth you were ordered to uncover.

“Will you quit with the smug looks? You look dumb,” Isaac muttered under his breath as you flashed a perfectly practiced smile at a wealthy banker. Your lips curved higher just to irritate him. It was a dangerous mission, yet the greater challenge might be surviving each other without blowing the cover.