Chapter 6

Avery’s POV

I don’t know what’s more disturbing: the fact that I’m playing a spy in a casino or the obscenely bright-colored dress I’m in.

I take another look at myself in the mirror and resist the urge to spill my guts all over the sink. Yeah, it’s definitely the dress. The gown is thigh-length, body-hugging, and a monstrous mix of black and freaking pink… not just any type of pink, though; it’s a jarring neon pink.

How did I get here?

I grumble and curse as I tug the hem lower and rush about getting my face ready to leave the house. Finally, the day I get to start my first… and only undercover job is here, and I am definitely not looking forward to anything good coming out of it.

The past few days were filled with detail gathering, acting classes, as well as combat and weapon training, all so I would be able to fit into my new role. I thought I was going to be working as the usual undercover dr*g peddler, but no, Jamie and I, alongside