The Blonde Identity

by Ally Carter

For the GGs. I’m so proud of you.

Really, the only bright side was when she realized that her dress had pockets.

He’d never known anyone so alive, and he suddenly felt it like a weight in his chest—like he’d never be able to forgive himself if he couldn’t keep her that way.

“You won. And nothing on this earth is sexier than a woman who told death to fuck off.”

“You know, most people would ask, do you think someone loves me?” Zoe closed her eyes. She pretended to sleep. She didn’t want to admit that, deep down, she already knew the answer was no.

“Did you just break an assassin’s nose with a telephone?” Her eyes were wide. “I think so?” He absolutely beamed. “Good girl.”

“We aren’t actually married, remember?” Did she sound childish? Yup. Did she care? Not even a little.

“Touch her, and I’ll kill you.”

Lmaoooo

“I’m probably more of a regular thief. You know, the kind that steals diamond necklaces while wearing ball gowns.”

EASTER EGG

“You’re my everything.”

Zoe watched the drive fly away and congratulated herself on a hostage exchange well done. Really. Ten out of ten. Would exchange again.

Lmao

“You don’t have an accent.” “Don’t I, love?” And there it was. The accent. “No. Gasp. Put that thing away.” “What?” “You can’t just go around with an accent like that. And with your shirtsleeves rolled up? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”