The Blonde Identity

by Ally Carter

She slapped his hand. And that’s when he realized that Alex would have had his nuts in a vise by now, but this woman . . . girl . . . person . . . She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip and looked up at him like she’d been drawn by Walt Disney. Like she was innocent and pure and good.

in the past thirty-six hours his priorities had shifted in a way that made him a worse spy but a better person and he wasn’t at all sure how to feel about the trade-off.

do his job or keep Zoe safe, and never before had the smart call and the right call been so diametrically opposed.

“I thought she was better off without me.” His father’s voice cracked. “Your mother. But if I could do it all over again, I’d do it differently, son. I’d do it all differently.”