Trust no one.
It's the only rule Alessandra Bennett was ever given. It's why she's alone, why she can read a room in seconds, and why nobody knows about the illegal work she can't get out of.
Then she meets Freddie Kent.
A rare night off. A shadowy London pub. A famous actor who - impossibly - reads her the way she reads everyone else. They turn out to share more than one good night: old wounds, a certain slipperiness about labels, and secrets dangerous enough to get them both killed. Sandy tells herself he's a temporary escape from the threats closing in on her. But as the ghosts of her past catch up, Freddie might be the only person alive who can help her survive the week.