Semua Bab FOR HER SAKE: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Third Person’s POVThe hallway outside Kelvin’s apartment was too still. Not quiet in the comforting way, but in the kind that hummed with nerves, like the air knew she shouldn’t be there.Amelia stood there for a long moment, staring at the muted brown of his door, fingers frozen halfway to knock. It was almost midnight. She didn’t even know if he was home. And if he was, would he even open the door?She knocked anyway.Once.Then again, softer.There was shuffling inside, the faint sound of footsteps, a door creak, and then the click of a lock. The door opened a few inches, and Kelvin’s face appeared in the narrow space, shadowed and tired. His shirt was wrinkled, collar half undone. He blinked like he wasn’t sure she was real.“Amelia?” His voice was rough from sleep or something heavier. His eyes darted past her shoulder, scanning the hallway. “Where’s Isaac?”“He’s… not here.” She hated how small her voice sounded. “I came alone.”He exhaled, jaw tightening like he didn’t know wh

Ruby’s PovThe knock came like a small, impossible sound at the back of my skull. I registered three hollow raps that somehow filled the whole house. It was late, that kind of late that constituted a loud silence and you heard everything and anything that occurred around you. I hesitated and took a long breath before the knock came again, firmer, like whoever was outside had all the nerve required to pull an entire neighborhood from sleep.I thought about who I knew that could be visiting that would do that and even though all my fingers pointed at Ricardo, I shoved it aside, not wanting to be disappointed if I opened the door and it was just a guard my father sent for one of his horrendously uncomfortable routine checks that he imposed since I wanted a house out of his estate. He had thought it was a risky idea, like he thought all my ideas were, and extremely bad timing, which I could agree with him on and that was why when he said this was his condition, I had let it fly. What he

Leona’s POVThe office smelled like too much coffee and not enough sleep. Gabriel had somehow convinced Amelia to give me an office here and Amelia had suspiciously agreed. Her excuse was that she had a lot of space around anyways but had two takes of my own. Either she was just aching to have Gabriel annoy someone other than her or she wanted to keep me on close watch. Either way wasn’t too bad for me, I was a fan of Gabriel breathing down my neck because he was hot, smart and impulsive which kept me on my toes, and I was already tired of being watched every time I was in Amelia’s office.Three screens glowed in the half-dark, the hum of the servers forming a low drone that had started to sound like a heartbeat hours ago. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, the blue light cutting across my face as I tracked the data trail I’d been chasing all night.Something was wrong. Not the usual wrong, this was surgical, precise and invisible in all the ways it shouldn’t have been.Lines of

Amelia’s POV2 Days EarlierMy mornings had begun to become oddly strange, waking up with a heavy feeling in my chest, and feeling like I was taking in wool for air. It was suffocating and put my anxiety on an all time high, each morning topping the last by a notch.The phone buzzes against my nightstand before the alarm even goes off.There were two messages waiting for me there, I unlocked my phone and opened Ruby’s first.“He’s back and alive. I’ll fill you in later, we are getting smutty.”I blink at the screen for a long second before a small, breathy laugh escapes me. Ricardo’s alive. Thank God. I picture Ruby’s face, red-eyed, messy-haired, and furious, but smiling. I don’t reply. I just whisper a small “Finally,” and let it settle like warmth in my bones.Then I open the second message.Gabriel.“We’ve got movement in Vasquez’s camp. Be careful.”There were no emojis or indications that it was anything less than a warning in itself.I stare at the messages until the words star

Amelia’s POVIt was one of those evenings that felt warmer than it should have. The weather forecast app read twenty degrees celsius but it felt like an easy thirty. I ignored it and decided it was just a me thing.The elevator ride up to Kelvin’s apartment was quiet enough that I could hear my pulse. I hadn’t called before coming, I didn’t want to give myself the chance to chicken out. I just showed up, bag slung over my shoulder, pretending I wasn’t nervous.When the door finally opened, Kelvin filled the frame, barefoot, grey shirt, hair mussed, eyes slightly red from lack of sleep. He looked both relieved and startled. His gaze darted over my shoulder, scanning the hallway like he half-expected to see Isaac there. He wasn't. I had told him to take an early day off since I was hanging with Gabriel and Ruby for a while. Then it got a little bit late and I found myself taking a ride to Kelvin’s after Gabriel was a loud gentleman dropping me off at my place.“Amelia,” he said, his vo