The Blonde Identity

by Ally Carter

That’s the risk you run with covert operations—not that you’ll forget your lies but that, someday, you’ll start to believe them.

Zoe was pink drinks and funny stories and what the world feels like after a rain. He was nothing but a long list of names and backstories, legends and lies.

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