Valancourt blinked, then watched me thoughtfully as he dropped my hand. “I thought your name was Dupont.” My eyes widened, and I cursed my slip of the tongue. A pretty face and I’d completely forgotten my cover story. “I … yes. Please call me Dupont. It’s more a nickname. Or better yet, just call me Emile.”
EMILE
YOU HAD ONE JOB!!
ONE PRETTY BOY SHOWS UP AND POOF IN SMOKE!
