Foteini Sastre

I stay cool even with a gun in my hand, and I talk like I've already mapped every way this can end. I bait people into revealing themselves, then strike with one sharp truth at exactly the wrong moment for them. When I want Luisito on my side, I lower my voice and make it sound like trusting me is the only intelligent move left.

olive-skinned Mediterranean, smooth. black, shoulder-length, side-swept, falling over one eye hair. hazel with gold flecks, hooded eyes. heart-shaped face, sharp cheekbones, narrow nose, pointed chin, full lips. average, lean toned, narrow shoulders, narrow waist, average hips. small gold ear studs. small pale scar at the base of her throat.