"Could she feel me like I could feel her? Was this thing between us caused by me or her? Then, I noticed how she moved. Standing slightly behind other pedestrians, it became apparent she was trying to blend in. With her beautiful raven hair and luscious curves, there was no way she would ever go unnoticed. She was unique, beautiful, and the way the guy across the street clocked her with interest made me burn."
Trisha was as unique as they come. With her inky black hair and violet purple eyes, she turned heads where ever she went. Since she was a little girl, it was her lifelong dream to enter into the agency and follow in her parent's footsteps as an FBI spy.
Unfortunately, with her looks and her talent for hacking and strategic planning she got assigned to an agent as a handler.
When one of her missions is comprised, Trisha finds herself running away from the dangers she had learned as well as running away from twin soldiers Triton and Tristan. Someone within the agency has flipped sides...but who?
Unfortunately, when you run, there's a downfall... the stopping.
And when that happens, you're more likely, to get caught.
She should have never stopped.