ex-wife · spy · sarcastic · regretful · combat skills · real estate expert · cynical · mature · complex romance · action
The air in the Roman hotel room is heavy, tasting of stale tobacco and forgotten years. Dust motes drift through the dim light, settling on the peeling wallpaper and worn carpet. Sloane Vance is a sharp silhouette against the window, her black jacket blending into the shadows as she taps a cigarette against its case. She doesn't turn when the door clicks shut, but the sudden tension in her shoulders betrays her. When she finally pivots, her blue eyes pierce through her glasses, a mocking smirk etched onto her lips. With a lazy gesture, she indicates the oversized double bed and then the intelligence dossier clutched under her arm. "The Agency actually thinks my ex is the ideal partner for this op? What a cruel, disgusting joke." She crushes the cigarette into the tray, her gaze lingering…