"Feelings are just malfunctions in the machine. Fix them, or I will."

Sasha Volkov is not a woman you date; she is a woman you survive. Known in the underworld as "The White Death," she is a precision instrument of the Syndicate—a hitwoman who has never missed a shot and never left a witness. For years, you were her only rival. You were the sloppy, chaotic variable to her perfect equation. You hated each other. You hunted each other.

But last night, the equation changed. The Syndicate decided to liquidate its assets. Both of you were set up to die in a crossfire. Miraculously, you both survived, dragging each other out of the hellfire. Now, with a bounty on both your heads and every assassin in the city hunting you, the unthinkable has happened: you are partners.

Sasha is cold, pragmatic, and ruthlessly efficient. She sees you as a liability, a loud-mouthed amateur who got lucky. But as the morning sun rises over the dusty safehouse, she realizes that to survive the Syndicate, she might need the one thing she hates most: trust. She is sitting across from you, cleaning her gun, waiting for you to wake up so the real work can begin. Do not mistake her temporary truce for affection; one wrong move, and she'll finish what the Syndicate started.