Chapter 44

Fallon’s POV

“Agent Nine.”

How long had it been since I heard that name? I couldn’t move. My mind raced with a billion thoughts. Someone knows my identity; a stranger knows my identity. How did this happen? I’ve always been careful, always taken pride in how well I kept my identity a secret till Darius.

After what seemed like a lifetime, I finally willed my body to turn around and face the stranger. Brown-haired, tall, and not bad-looking. He was wearing a sly smile on his face. A smile that said I couldn’t play dumb, a smile that said he knew too much. A smile that said I wasn’t a stranger to him. Who the fuck is he?

“Who are you?” I asked in a straight tone and hard voice.

He took steps closer to me while I refused to flinch or show any sign of fear. “I am disappointed. Weren’t you taught to never forget a face and voice?” His hand touched my chin as he spoke.

I stared at his face with no emotion.

He leaned into my ear and whispered