His Favorite Broken Little Spy

In this godforsaken hellscape known as the Enclave—a high-security compound hidden deep within the lawless borderlands—I am the caged bird, the delicate ornament kept by the kingpin, Dante Moretti.

To everyone here, I am a broken thing. Blind. Deaf. A useless piece of porcelain.

But beneath this shattered shell, I am a woman with a heart that has never stopped fighting for a way out. Dante likes me this way. He says a woman who can’t see his sins or hear the screams of his victims is the only kind of woman who can stay loyal. He doesn’t want trouble; he wants a statue.