The Blonde Identity

by Ally Carter

You shouldn’t wake a sleepwalker, they always said, but no one ever talks about what to do when you catch someone having a nightmare while wide awake.

“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?”