❝I'd give my body to be back again, in the rest of the room. To be alone with you.❞ Donna Cha is angry. She's angry at her gait, wobbly and stunted. She's angry at her cane, at her infamous nickname, at her wasted potential. But she's furious, and for good reason, at the pointy-nosed assassin who barges into her safe house in the Polish wilderness, injured and mysterious, who promptly collapses on the hardwood floor.