Lone Spy

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The familiar pop of a gun rings out, and I'm slammed up against the wall with Ash's giant form blocking me. All I can see is his tie pin—the eagle's beady black eyes glinting with chips of onyx. Ash's focus is behind us, his left wrist raised as he speaks into his sleeve. His other hand is on my waist, circling half of it. All around us people are screaming and running. Totally freaked out. Which makes sense, someone is shooting at us. Rage bubbles up in my chest. My corset digs into my sides as my lungs desperately try to expand. Ash looks down at me with narrowed eyes. Spots are starting to dance in my vision. This stupid dress. I can't get out of it on my own. Never again will I agree to wear something this dangerous. His hand on my waist scoops me up, and his other arm snakes under my legs—the move is effortless, like I weigh nothing. I let out a small, sharp sound of surprise. Ash is carrying me like I'm a damsel in distress, and