LOGINKane'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.
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
Nadia's POVThe first sound didn't register immediately. I looked up from the bed, and then another came — sharp, heavy, the kind of sound that didn't belong inside a house. My body went still before my brain caught up.Gunshots.My stomach dropped. The room suddenly felt smaller. I stood, heard an
My entire body went still.For one horrible second my brain connected the moving handle directly to the website — not logically, not reasonably, but fear rarely waited for either of those things. My eyes snapped to the closed laptop and suddenly all I could think about was that final question, thos
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







