And then, despite everything, I smiled and looked at the note and knew that spring would come —it always does. so I stared out that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.

the only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

The Princess and the Pea?" Gabrielle suggested. "Not enough time," Kat said "Where's Waldo?" Gabrielle went on. "No." Hamish recoiled. "I am still not allowed back in Morocco.

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

That’s the thing about spies. Most of the secrets we keep are from each other.

The Subject has really blue eyes that twinkle when he looks at someone like she's maybe a little bit insane.

Hale, stop it.” Kat reached out and grabbed his arm. “You are many things, but stupid isn't one of them.” “I'm too close.” “You don't get it, do you? Being close is good. Caring is good. I love that you're emotional and passionate and can't turn these things off.” “It makes me a bad thief.” “It makes you a good person.