登入The file remained on the desk between them, untouched. Kane looked at it once, then away, and his father took another slow sip of tea, waiting, patient, like he already knew what the answer would be.Kane leaned back slightly. "I won't be available."His father looked at him, then said calmly, "No." A pause. "No objections." Another sip. "I wasn't asking, I was informing you."The room stayed quiet. His father placed the cup down and stood slowly. "The details are inside the file, you'll read them, you'll think about them," his eyes staying steady, "and you'll make the correct decision."Kane remained seated. His father adjusted his jacket and headed toward the door, then stopped halfway without turning. "You've been distracted lately," he said, and I don't tolerate distractions." Then the door opened and closed behind him, and the office went quiet.For several seconds Kane didn't move. Then he reached forward, closed the file, and stood.The drive back felt longer than usual — dar
Kane's POVThe hospital doors opened automatically and cold air met him immediately. Kane adjusted his sleeve once and kept walking — no rush, no delay — and the black SUV was already waiting outside with the driver standing beside it and the engine running. Lev stood near the car, looked at Kane once, and opened the back door. Kane got in, the door closed, and the car pulled away.Nobody spoke. Several minutes passed before Lev looked up from his phone. "Your father called."Kane looked outside. No reaction."He wants to see you."Silence."When," Kane said, still looking forward."Now," Lev answered immediately.Of course. Kane looked outside again and said nothing, and Lev returned to his phone, and the drive continued.Forty minutes later the gates opened onto a large property — old money, security, distance — and the car stopped. Kane stepped out and nobody greeted him, nobody needed to. Inside it was the same house, same silence, same atmosphere that had never changed in thirty
Kane's POVThe hospital doors opened automatically and cold air met him immediately. Kane adjusted his sleeve once and kept walking — no rush, no delay — and the black SUV was already waiting outside with the driver standing beside it and the engine running. Lev stood near the car, looked at Kane once, and opened the back door. Kane got in, the door closed, and the car pulled away.Nobody spoke. Several minutes passed before Lev looked up from his phone. "Your father called."Kane looked outside. No reaction."He wants to see you."Silence."When," Kane said, still looking forward."Now," Lev answered immediately.Of course. Kane looked outside again and said nothing, and Lev returned to his phone, and the drive continued.Forty minutes later the gates opened onto a large property — old money, security, distance — and the car stopped. Kane stepped out and nobody greeted him, nobody needed to. Inside it was the same house, same silence, same atmosphere that had never changed in thirty
Nadia's POVI didn't move for several minutes after he left, still not fully believing any of it — not the warehouse, not the video, not even the fact that Mara was safe. For some reason the thing my mind kept returning to was his face, not while he shot, not after, but before, that calm expression like he'd already decided, like my fear wasn't part of the equation at all. I looked away from nothing in particular. Wonderful.I stood slowly and this time nobody stopped me, though my arm protested immediately and I ignored it and walked to the window. Outside there were trees and private buildings, too clean and too expensive, and I stared for a second before looking away. Still a hospital. Still.A knock came and the nurse entered smiling politely, then stopped halfway when she saw I wasn't in bed. Her eyes moved to my arm, then to me. "You're standing."I nodded.She looked relieved, which was interesting, and walked in carrying folded clothes — my clothes — placing them carefully nea
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.
I woke up slowly, not because I wanted to, but because for a few seconds my brain simply refused to cooperate. Everything felt unusually soft, too soft, my body sinking slightly into the mattress, and for one brief moment before memory returned I thought I was home. Then I opened my eyes and immedi
Nadia's POVFor a few seconds after Kane asked the question, nobody moved. The room remained exactly as it was — Lev standing near the desk, Kane beside the window, me sitting there trying to convince myself I had misunderstood what I just heard. Because there had to be another explanation. There
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







