Ezra's POV

It was so easy. Take the shot, kill her. But I knew Danby would want her alive. Torturing secrets out of her would be a beautiful gift to bestow to my boss. "Drop your weapon, Saltz."

Aria's POV

My heart pounded in my ears. I'd know that voice anywhere. Ezra. Ezra was the marksman. Ezra was the other spy. I let my held breath ease out. But I knew he wouldn't kill me, if he was going to he would have done it already. So I did what I've always done. I took a risk. With a swift motion, which I was even impressed with, I drove the knife deeply and swiftly across the agent's neck and clipped Ezra just below the knee before sprinting past him out the door.

Ezra's POV

I watched as blood poured out in torrents from the operative's neck. I contemplated helping, but he was beyond it. I turned quickly, running after Saltz. All I saw in her bath though was a blonde wig, a pair of heels and the knife.

Aria's POV

I ran to my car with nothing but the bra and panties from my costume on. I had to get the hell out of dodge. Racing home I tried to put the pieces together. Ezra was the agent. I pulled up into our driveway, barely missing driving right through the garage door. Mr. LeRoy, who walked his dog religiously every night at 9:05, got an eyeful as I hysterically tried to unlock my door, still in just the bra and panties. I locked the door behind me, my eyes darting about to make sure I hadn't been tracked or followed. I cut off my underwear by the strings and snatched off my bra, stuffing them into the kitchen trash can. I grabbed my head, pacing around my home naked. This was not happening.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me. Ezra didn't know I was the other spy. His voice echoed in my ears. "Drop your weapon, Saltz." I wasn't found out yet. I laughed hysterically, but that quickly turned to a sob. My whole life was a lie. Grant it, in a way it was before, but I never knew Ezra was lying. He wasn't a CPA with a pain in the ass boss and a woman named Margie who always stole his sandwiches from the community fridge. I certainly wasn't a waitress at Olive Garden. When I recounted a story of getting pasta all over myself at work, it was a front for getting a foe agents brain being sprayed all over me in Tijuana.

Ezra's POV

I stumbled in about an hour later. After scowering for Agent Saltz, I decided Danby could wait till tomorrow to know his not so golden boy had fucked up. The house was quiet except for Aria's singing, muffled by the sound of a shower, flowing from upstairs. I closed my eyes. Aria was my one constant. Sometimes I wish I could just break down and tell her everything but it would put her life at extreme risk. I would do anything for love, but I won't do that. I'm not saying that to be cute, that's what Aria is singing right now.

Aria's POV

Ezra and I usually made love at least once every day. Don't judge, we're young. But tonight we just fucked like Kenyan marathon runners. I couldn't mentally put myself in the mental or emotional state for lovemaking tonight. He fell asleep on my breast and as I held his sleeping form on top of me all I could think about was how could I kill this man I loved more than life itself.