Her Way Nicci Harris Novels & Stories

“You really do have a lot to tell me.” Nicki, unashamed as ever, shrugged and nodded. As Dustin approached, stealing Liam and Atlas away, Tyra managed to find Nicki and I. “You look stunning!” Nicki sang cheerfully, pulling Tyra into one of her ribcage crushing hugs. She grinned cheekily, “Are you the High Lady of the Earth Court yet or what? You know how long Rae lasted trying to resist her true mate over there. I bet she has tabs on him, even now.”

That alone is a victory. She walks into the living room with a calm I wouldn’t have believed possible six months ago. She doesn’t shrink, doesn’t fidget, doesn’t apologize for existing in a space where she was once treated like a story instead of a person. Morales gestures toward the chair. “Mrs. Sutcliffe...” Niccola’s voice is level. “Not yet.” A beat of surprise. “Fiancée, Fairchild,” Niccola corrects. Morales nods once, unfazed. “Understood. Please tell me what happened.”

Jasper, Jayson, and Nikki look at Nicole because they know Nicole is hiding Haru and they know Nicole know where is Haru. "Why isn't she texting me?" "Because auntie Emma she doesn't want Haru to always use gadgets." Nicole said again and stopped eating. "Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom." Nicole said and she stood up from her seat and quickly walked away from them. She reached the edge of the hospice and sat down under the tree that was here and the tears she was holding back slowly fell. "Nicole," Nikki called Nicole name and approached her. "Shhh... Whatever your problem with Haru, I'm just here."

I nodded my understanding to her then turned back to Nico and nodded my head toward the door so he would follow me out of the suite. “What the hell is with your girl?” Nico asks me and I glare at him. Not that I don’t want Ivy to be my girl, I just don’t want him used to saying that and her getting scared. “She was almost killed and now she wants to throw a party?” He continues ignoring my look. I stop at the elevator and look at him, “She got an ID on the shooter,” I wait for his reaction which is his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. I’d laugh if the situation was different. “Convinced it’s one of Domenico’s men.”

"I mean it." Soon, they ended their conversation and decided to take their leave. Meanwhile, a woman who had been watching them for several minutes picked up her phone. "Yes," she whispered. "I found her." She paused. "No. She's not alone." Her eyes followed Ann as she walked toward the exit. "She was talking about a new job." A small smile appeared on the woman's face. "Yes. I think this could be useful.”