로그인Nobody moved. Nyra could hear the woman breathing on the other side of the door. It was quiet, but it made the hairs on her arms stand."Nyra? I know you're there." Nyra tugged her wrist."Let go.""Not until I know who is out there.""It's my mum.""That's what it wants you to believe." Nyra's stomach churned. Ryker edged closer to the door, his weapon still raised. He stopped a few feet away and peered through the small window. His face twisted."What?" Kael asked."There's a woman outside." Nyra's heart raced."Can you see her face?""No. She's too close to the wall." The woman tapped on the door."Please, Nyra. I don't have much time." Nyra edged around Kael."Ask her a question." Nyra looked up at him."One only your mum would know." Nyra swallowed. She edged closer to the door."What did you tell me when I was little?" There was
Nyra stared at the photograph. The woman was holding the little girl close, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. The woman was slightly turned away from the camera but there was no mistaking the bracelet on the girl's wrist. It was the same silver bracelet she had found under the northern house. And the scar on her left hand was in the same place. She flipped the photo over. There was no date, no name and no explanation. Just the message on her phone.YOUR MOTHER DIDN'T LEAVE YOU, NYRA. SHE GAVE YOU AWAY."Who sent this?" Her voice was quieter than she expected Kael stood by the table, staring at the photo. Ryker was stood by the window."It could be the same person," Kael said."Doesn't answer my question.""Not really." Nyra pushed her chair back."My mother went missing. My father has been looking into people who apparently want me back for years. A woman called Lucia rescued me from the burning ar
Edmund Hale wasn’t there anymore. Nyra stood in the doorway of the safe house and looked at the empty chair that Edmund had left just under two hours ago. A rope was still on the ground, along with a cup of untouched tea. The rear window was open. Ryker stood by the window inspecting the broken latch."He couldn’t have gotten far." Kael walked past and surveyed the area. "How long were you out?""40 minutes. I had to talk to one of my contacts to see if they knew anything about Westbridge.""You left him on his own?""He couldn’t really walk.""I’m not asking that." Ryker turned to face him. "You want to accuse me of letting him go?""I’m asking how someone with an injured ankle managed to disappear from a locked room.""Ask better questions.""Both of you stop," Nyra called out. She walked over to the chair and looked at the floor underneath. There were some scratch marks close to one of the legs of the
The photo lay in the centre of the car seat. Nyra had stared at it so much during the car ride that she knew every detail. The small bed, the stained wall and the man sat with his head down. Her father. There was no date, address or any clue as to who had taken the photo, but she recognised the scar along Darian's jaw and the silver line on his sleeve. He was alive. That was all she knew. But it was enough to make her hands shake."How long ago was this taken?""We don't know," Kael replied, keeping his eyes on the road."It doesn't look old.""They could have given him new clothes.""What about the room?""I've never seen it." Nyra picked up the photo. "Someone sent this to try and stop us looking for him, why would they do that?""Maybe they don't want us looking in the wrong place.""Or they want us to think he's alive." Kael glanced at her."It could be." She hated that she was making sense. Th
"Give it to me, son." Kael looked down the corridor. Although the voice was older and more gravelly than he remembered, the pause before saying 'son' was exactly the same. This was how his father always talked when he wanted Kael to do something without question. He instantly remembered being seventeen, standing in the courtyard outside Westbridge as the smoke filled the upper levels. He remembered waiting for his dad to return home. He remembered asking his mum where the search parties were and she refused to answer. But above all, he remembered the funeral."Kael,” Nyra whispered. He didn't respond. The voice came again.“You've kept me waiting long enough.” Edmund dragged his chained leg across the floor making the metal clatter. He flinched as if expecting to be hit.“Don't answer it,” Kael gripped his weapon tighter. "You said my dad was following a voice that night. What voice?" Edmund s
The handle screeched and stopped half way. Kael raised his weapon."Stand back." The man inside chuckled. "Still taking charge. Just like your father." Kael's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?""You should know.""I want to hear you say it.""Edmund Hale." Nyra shared a look with Kael. The council archivist. The man whose name had been on the night shift list 11 years ago but had been erased from the official story of the fire."You should have been on holiday." There was silence."That's what they wanted people to think.""Who?""The survivors." Kael walked over to the door. "You said my father left you to burn. What do you mean?""Open the door.""I want to know what you mean." There was the sound of something heavy hitting hard against something e. A heavy thud came from inside the room."I'm not going to spend another eleven years talking through a door while someone else decides what you d







