elaradaven
THEIR ALMOST HONEYMOON
One bed. Two secret identities. And a marriage license that's technically a death warrant.
SLOANE is the neighborhood florist. She spends her days trimming hydrangeas and apologizing for her clumsiness.
The Secret: She's THE IVY-an elite assassin who can kill a man with a petal and disappear before the body hits the floor.
"I'm a florist, Silas. I don't do dangerous things." (She says, while hiding a dagger in her bridal bouquet.)
SILAS is a dorky high school history teacher. He wears tweed, loses his glasses, and rambles about the fall of Rome.
The Secret: He's THE ARCHIVIST-the rival agency's top tactical spy, specialized in high-stakes theft and erasing problems.
"Trust me, Sloane. I'm just a history teacher. The most exciting thing I've ever done is find a library book from 1984." (He says, while a sniper rifle is stashed in his suitcase.)
When a billionaire syndicate leader hosts an exclusive gala at a villa in Lake Como, both agencies want the encryption key hidden inside. But there's a catch: The villa is for couples only.
Forced into a shotgun "blind date" by their handlers, Sloane and Silas find themselves married at a courthouse and on a flight to Italy before they've even learned each other's middle names.
THE RULES ARE SIMPLE:-
• Don't let the spouse see your weapons.
• Don't let the spouse see you kill anyone.
• Above all: Do not fall for the spouse.
Between dodging bullets in ballgowns and sharing a single bed in a villa crawling with guards, the lies are getting harder to track.
SHE THINKS HE'S A HELPLESS NERD.
HE THINKS SHE'S A FRAGILE FLOWER.
They're both dead wrong. And most importantly wrong about their mission, which is not as it seems to be.
Cover by @elaradaven
💍 FEATURING:
✓The "Only One Bed" Trope
✓Fake Marriage / Real Danger
✓Assassin Vs Assassin (But they don't know it)
✓Lethal Competence x Social Awkwardness