LOGINNadia's POVKane came back sometime before I woke up.I knew because his jacket was draped over the back of the chair in the hallway when I came downstairs, which meant he'd come in, set it there without thinking about it, and kept moving — the way he did when something was occupying enough of his attention that the smaller things stopped registering.I'd been doing that lately. Noticing the small things. I wasn't sure when it had started exactly, somewhere between the hospital and the restaurant and falling asleep with his hand at my waist, but it had and there wasn't much I could do about it now.I went to the kitchen first. Tea, bread, the quiet routine of a morning that had started to feel less foreign than it once had. The house was already moving around me — staff appearing and disappearing, the low sound of a conversation somewhere down the corridor, a door opening and closing. Normal. Or what passed for normal here, which wasn't what normal used to mean but had become its own
Kane's POVShe was fully asleep when he finally moved.He slipped his hand carefully from her waist and stood, the room staying undisturbed around him, and looked at her for a moment — the way her shoulders had finally dropped, the way her breathing had evened out into something that wasn't fighting anything anymore. Then he turned and walked out.Lev was in the hallway.He looked at the door Kane had just come through, then at Kane, and to his credit his expression did absolutely nothing. Not a flicker. Kane looked at him and said, "Now," and that was the end of it.The car was already waiting.---The drive to Nadia's apartment took twenty-three minutes. Kane spent most of it looking out the window while Lev sat across from him going through something on his tablet, and the city moved past in the particular way it did after midnight — emptier, more honest somehow, like it stopped performing once most people went to sleep."What are we looking for?" Lev asked."Anything her father le
Kane's POV"Should we tell her?"Lev's voice was quiet, the way it always was when the question mattered. They were still in the study, the photograph sitting between them on the desk, the building's faded sign visible even from across the room.Kane looked at it. "No.""She's going to find out eventually—""Not yet."Lev opened his mouth to push further, which he rarely did, which meant he felt strongly enough about it to try, and then the door opened and they both looked up.Nadia stood in the doorway in a oversized shirt and bare feet, her hair loose, one hand on the door frame. She looked between them. "Am I disturbing something?""No," Kane said immediately.Lev was already moving, sliding the photograph casually beneath a folder with the ease of someone who had been making things disappear for years. His expression didn't change. Neither did his pace. He simply set a hand on top of the folder and looked at his phone like that was what he'd been doing all along.Nadia looked at K
Kane's POVThe name came through at six in the morning.Kane read it once, set his phone down, picked it up and read it again, not because he hadn't understood it the first time but because he wanted to be certain before he did anything with the information. Certainty mattered. Reacting to the wrong conclusion was a luxury he couldn't afford.The name was Daniel Frost.Not a guard. Not someone hired six months ago who could be explained away as a planted outsider. Daniel Frost had been in Kane's circle for four years — logistics, scheduling, the kind of role that sat close enough to the center to hear things without ever being the person anyone looked at. Quiet. Reliable. Completely invisible in the way that, looking back, should have been its own flag.Four years.Kane thought about everything that had moved through that office in four years. Every meeting, every location change, every security rotation. The website. The questions about the hospital. The kidnapping. All of it sitting
Kane's POVThe meeting was supposed to take forty minutes.Kane knew something was wrong before he'd been inside ten.The room was right. The building was right. The two men who'd requested the sit-down were exactly who they'd said they were — minor partners, a quarterly update, nothing that should have required his personal presence but had been flagged as sensitive enough to warrant it. All of that was fine.What wasn't fine was the third man sitting in the corner who hadn't been on any list, who stood when Kane entered with the particular stillness of someone who had been waiting specifically for him, and who smiled the way people smiled when they believed they had the advantage.Kane sat down anyway. He didn't look at Lev. Lev had already seen it."Mr. Kane," the third man said, moving his chair closer to the table without being invited. "I was hoping we'd get the chance to speak.""You have a name," Kane said. Not a question."Reeves," the man said. "You don't know me.""I know y
Kane's POVHe found Lev in the security room just after seven."Close it," he said, and Lev looked up once before standing and shutting the door behind the last person to leave. The room became quiet. Just the two of them and the monitors showing every corner of the house in green-tinted stillness.Kane sat down. "Pull everything we have on Nadia's father."Lev didn't ask why. He never asked why — it was one of the things that made him useful. He simply turned to the second monitor and started working, his fingers moving through databases with the efficiency of someone who had done this kind of search enough times to know exactly where things hid."Full history?" Lev asked."Everything."The room stayed quiet except for the low hum of the equipment and the occasional click of keys. Kane leaned back and looked at the monitors without really seeing them, turning something over in his mind that had been sitting there since the warehouse, since the prisoner's voice dropping low — *they wa
Nadia's POV---Nobody spoke in the car.Lev drove. Kane sat beside me in the backseat, jaw set, one hand pressed against his side in a way that told me the wound was screaming even if his face wasn't. I watched him do it and said nothing because I had already said everything there was to say and n
Nadia's POV I don't know how long we sat like that. Him in the chair, me on the couch with my face in my hands, the apartment sitting in a silence that had too many things moving underneath it. I was running calculations I didn't want to be running — exits, options, how fast I could get to my pho
Nadia's POV --- Getting him off the ground was its own ordeal. He was heavy in the way that had nothing to do with dead weight — all of it was solid, deliberate, like even his body resisted being helped. He made it to his feet on the second attempt, one hand braced against the car, the other han
Nadia's POV --- "Yuck!" I muttered it under my breath, kicking a pebble off the narrow path as I walked. The shortcut through Delvin Road smelled like wet concrete and bad decisions — which was exactly why I never used it. Except tonight my brain decided to betray me. *Take the short route, Na







