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is he? I work for the French government—undercover, of course. We have reason to believe Landon Miller is planning to assassinate a very important person. The daughter of one of our highest-ranking officials. It’s important that we find her before he does. That’s what I was doing in his room last night. I let him pick me up in the hotel bar so I could decipher his next move. Unfortunately, you got in the way.”
    Olivia’s eyes slid closed. She was going to be sick. Landon hadn’t just broken her heart, he’d lied about who he worked for. And not only that, he wasn’t a black ops agent. He killed people for a living.
    Could this be true? Was it real? She didn’t know what to believe. Who to trust.
    “We need your help, Ms. Wolfe,” Chantal said, sliding Olivia’s wallet across the table toward her. Olivia opened her eyes and stared down at her school ID sticking out of a slot in her wallet. She’d hated that photo when it was taken earlier in the year, but looking at it now, it was like a shadow of the person she’d become. Someone she wished she could warn. “We want you to be able to go back to your old life in Idaho, but you won’t be safe until we can stop Landon Miller. More innocent people don’t need to die because of him.”
    She’d been so blinded by hero worship these last few months, she hadn’t taken a close look at the real man. Hadn’t even thought to question what he’d told her.
    “Wh-what are you asking me to do?” Olivia managed, staring at her ID card and a face she barely recognized.
    “Find out where Danica Crossler is located. He knows. If he gets to her before we do, she’s as good as dead. And since you’re involved in this now too,” Chantal added, “so are you.”

 
    L andon stood by the door, silent and motionless. Olivia had been gone at least twenty minutes. Flashes of what they’d done to him—of what they could be doing to her now—echoed behind his eyes, but he forced them back. He couldn’t think about what was happening to Olivia. If he did, he’d lose it, and he needed to keep it together so he could get her out of this hellhole.
    He didn’t know where they were. Whatever drug they’d given them in the van had knocked them both out, and he didn’t know how long they’d traveled or in what direction. All he knew from the small window high on the wall was that it was dark outside, and that the moon was covered by thick clouds.
    Footsteps echoed in the hall beyond his door. His muscles tensed. His mind stopped its frantic spinning and zoned in on the sound, the movement, the groan of metal as a key was slipped into the lock and turned. There were at least three sets of footsteps out there. Three people heading right toward him.
    His training kicked in. He didn’t need a gun. His body was a lethal weapon, finely tuned by the DIA and highly destructive. The door pushed inward. Dim light from the corridor spilled into the space. He moved with stealth, grabbing the first guy, knocking his weapon free, then dragging him into the room and snapping his neck with swift movements. A shocked gasp echoed in the room, followed by rapid shuffling. He looked up just in time to see the guard behind Olivia grab her arm and haul her back, then reach for a weapon from the holster at his side.
    Landon stepped over the dead man at his feet and grasped the second guard’s hand before he could draw his weapon. His fist plowed into the guard’s face. Olivia yelped and jerked free, stumbling into the room. Landon flung the weapon across the floor, whipped the other guard around, and wrapped his arm around the guard’s neck.
    “Landon,” Olivia gasped. “Oh my God.”
    He squeezed, cutting off the guard’s air. The guard’s hands flew to Landon’s arm, trying to pull it away. Landon placed one hand on the guard’s jaw, the other on the back of his head, and twisted, snapping the guard’s neck in jerky movements. His body landed at Landon’s feet.
    No other sound