ログインThe room stayed quiet. I looked at the phone, then at him, then back at the screen. Mara, walking and alive, and that was enough. I handed the phone back and Kane took it and neither of us spoke. For several seconds I just looked at my arm — bandaged, clean, like nothing had happened at all."...she's okay?" I asked quietly."Yes."I nodded once, small, then looked away. I'd expected relief to arrive and take over everything, the way it did in movies, that rush of warmth that made the hard thing feel worth it. Instead all I could think about was the warehouse. The chair. His voice saying *turn your head* in that same calm tone he used for everything, like none of it was extraordinary.My fingers tightened slightly against the blanket and I looked at my arm again. "...how long?""Two days."Two days. I nodded slowly and looked around the room — hospital, machine, window, door — and then back at him, and something settled in my chest that wasn't grief and wasn't relief and wasn't quite
NADIA'S POVThe first thing I noticed was the smell — clean, too clean, that sharp hospital smell that made your body uncomfortable before your brain had even caught up with where you were.For several seconds I didn't open my eyes. I stayed still, heavy and warm, my arm hurting in a dull and distant way, my thoughts moving slowly through something thick. Then everything came back at once — warehouse, chair, camera, Kane, gun — and my eyes opened immediately.White ceiling.I stared at it and my breathing stopped, and then I looked around and there were white walls and machines and curtains and a small table beside me, and my chest tightened so fast it almost hurt.I moved to sit up and pain shot through my arm immediately, sharp enough to make me suck in a breath and freeze. I looked down. A bandage, wrapped clean with no blood showing through, and I stared at it for a moment before slowly sitting up the rest of the way, my heart going faster than I wanted it to.Two days. Two days.
Nadia's POVNobody moved. The red recording light stayed on, small and quiet and watching, and the warehouse suddenly felt too large, too open, too empty around me. I sat in the chair with my hands restrained and my feet fixed — not tightly, but enough, enough that standing wasn't a possibility I could reach for.I looked at Kane. He stood several steps away with his phone in hand and his expression unchanged, like this wasn't strange, like this wasn't happening. Lev moved once to adjust the camera, then stepped aside, and nobody explained anything, nobody counted down, and the silence stretched until it felt like something physical.Then Kane looked at me and said quietly, "Ready?"Ready? I almost laughed. Instead I nodded, small and wrong but enough, and his eyes stayed on me for a second before he turned and looked directly into the camera."This is your proof." His voice stayed calm and controlled, and he stepped slightly aside so the camera could see me fully. I swallowed, and su
I didn't sleep. I tried, and I supposed that counted for something, but I lay there closing my eyes and opening them and closing them again until I stopped trying altogether and just stared at the ceiling while the room slowly got brighter around me.Morning. Normal, quiet, offensive morning. Because how was the sun allowed to rise on a day people had planned to pretend I died?I sat up slowly and for a few seconds I forgot, the way you do in those first moments before everything catches up, and then I remembered, and my stomach tightened immediately. Wonderful.A knock came, soft, and I looked at the door. "Come in."House staff entered with breakfast and tea, smiling politely, asking if I'd slept well. I almost laughed. I said yes. She left and I didn't touch the tray, just sat there staring at it and then at the clock, my hands folded too tightly in my lap.Ten minutes later, another knock. Lev this time, standing outside with his expression exactly as normal as it always was, whic
For several seconds I just stared at him, waiting, because surely — surely — there was more to it than that. His expression stayed exactly the same. No smile, no reaction, no sign that he had just said something completely unreasonable to another human being.I pointed at myself. "...me?"Kane stayed quiet."Sorry," I said, swallowing, "can you say that again?""Tomorrow," he said, "we make somebody believe you died."I looked at him, then at Lev, then back again. Neither of them looked confused or shocked, like this was something people discussed every single day over breakfast and it meant nothing. I stared at both of them for a moment and then said quietly, "No."Nobody moved."No," I said again, my voice smaller this time, "you're joking.""No," Kane said.Something uncomfortable settled deep in my chest. I looked away, then back, still waiting for someone to explain, still expecting the part where this made sense. Nobody offered it. And then it shifted — I didn't feel confused an
Nadia's POVNobody spoke. Lev stood near the doorway, and the man behind him looked terrified. Kane remained inside the study, his eyes staying on me for several seconds — not surprised, not annoyed, just like he had expected this outcome from the moment he walked out of my room."I wasn't trying to listen," I said quietly.Nobody reacted. Wonderful.Lev glanced at Kane, and Kane looked at me. "Come inside."That was unexpected. I walked in slowly, and the room felt colder than before. The man standing beside Lev was visibly nervous, his eyes moving toward me once before darting immediately away. Kane noticed, of course he noticed."Look at her," he said quietly.The man froze, then slowly looked up."Do you know her?"He shook his head immediately. "No.""Have you seen her before.""No."Silence settled, and then Kane asked, "Then why did somebody ask about her?"The man's face lost color and he looked down. Nobody moved. "I don't know," he said quietly.Kane looked at Lev, who reach
Nadia's POV I woke up slowly, not because I wanted to, but because my body seemed determined to remain exactly where it was. For a while, I stayed still beneath unfamiliar sheets, staring at the ceiling and trying to understand why I felt unusually rested. That alone felt suspicious. The last th
Kane's POVThe mansion was quiet when Kane stepped inside, but it wasn't the peaceful kind of quiet most people associated with luxury. It was the sort that came from discipline, from dozens of people learning exactly when to speak and exactly when to keep their mouths shut. Conversations that had
The city looked different before sunrise.Maybe it was because I had never really been awake to see it at this hour, or maybe it was because exhaustion had started blurring the edges of everything. Either way, the streets outside the tinted windows felt strangely distant, as though I were watching
The door didn't open.It came off its hinges.One second it was closed and the next it was swinging hard on its frame and I swung with it — both hands, all my weight, the frying pan cutting through the dark with everything I had left in me.A hand caught it.One hand. Like it was nothing. Like I ha







