Cash Stenton looked at the woman sitting still, her back to him. She hadn't moved an inch since he walked in. He shifted his attention to Dale, confused.
"Is this some kind of joke?" he asked. "You can't just put anyone in that circle and—"
He stopped talking as the woman turned around to face him.
Holy shit.
She was... perfect. Not in a dramatic way, but in a way that mattered to their mission. She had the right look—clean, elegant, and composed. Her face was open, almost innocent, but her eyes told another story. There was something sharp there. Stubbornness. Fire. Maybe even trouble.
Cash narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Dale. Of course. The man really was a devil. Somehow, he'd found the exact type they needed. But finding her was one thing—training her was another. She needed to learn how to move in that world. The habits, the small details, the rules.
