Darcy has a secret. She has a secret and she can't tell anyone. But the thing is, she's happy, no, ecstatic to have that secret. It's because she's a spy, and she loves what she does. That is, until her very first mission. Now, she's not so sure she loves being a spy. Because it's hard to have secrets. It wasn't supposed to be hard. It was supposed to be easy. But there's nothing easy about dying, or falling in love. It's her turn to learn that the world is full of secrets. The question is, if you've got a secret, how long can you keep it?