Loving The Enemy Who Buried Me
Chapter 3
Nobody moved.
Nicholas stood in the doorway. Eyes sharp. Moving between me and Lyra without blinking. Not aggressive. Just calculating. The kind of man who reads a room before he reacts to it.
"Who is she," he said.
"Someone I know," I said.
"That is not an answer."
"It is the only one you are getting."
He looked at Lyra. She stared back at him with the stillness of a woman who had spent decades making herself invisible in dangerous rooms.
Then he looked at me.
"Is she a threat."
"No."
He held the look for three more seconds. Then he stepped back.
"I will make coffee," he said. And walked into the kitchen like strange women appeared in his apartment every night.
Lyra grabbed my arm the moment he was gone.
"We need to talk." Low. Urgent. "Now."
She pulled me to the far side of the room and dropped her voice to almost nothing.
"Corvus planned this for two years," she said. "He bought Lorenzo's physician. Poisoned him slowly. Something untraceable brought in through the Iron Veil." She paused. "Lorenzo figured it out three months ago. He knew who was killing him and he said nothing because he was trying to protect you first."
My chest pulled tight.
All those dinners. All those quiet evenings. Him watching me across the table with something behind his eyes I could never read.
He had been dying.
He knew.
And he said nothing.
"Why," I said. The word came out raw.
Lyra looked at me carefully.
"Because of what is in the letter," she said.
The kitchen sounds stopped.
Nicholas came back with two cups. He read the room immediately. Set the cups down and stayed in the doorway.
"I will give you privacy," he said.
"No." The word left me before I decided on it. "Stay."
He sat. Said nothing. Just present.
I turned back to Lyra.
"Tell me what the letter says."
She was quiet for a moment.
"You know Lorenzo took you in when you were four," she said.
"Yes."
"Do you know why your parents really died."
My jaw tightened. "A rival syndicate. A hit that."
"Lorenzo lied."
The room went silent.
I heard Nicholas go still behind me.
"Your father was Lorenzo's closest friend," Lyra said. "He discovered that Lorenzo had been selling Court intelligence to the Iron Veil for years. He compiled the evidence. He was going to take it before the Council." She stopped. "Lorenzo found out first."
My body had stopped moving entirely.
"He had them both killed," she said. "Your mother and your father. Same night. Staged it perfectly. Then he took you."
Twenty three years.
Every memory.
Every hand on my head.
Every I am proud of you.
All of it sitting on top of the night he murdered my parents.
"He loved you," Lyra said quickly. "The letter makes that."
"Stop." Quiet. Final.
She stopped.
I breathed. Pressed everything back behind the wall. Locked it there. Later. I would feel all of it later when I could afford to.
I turned around.
Nicholas was watching me. Elbows on his knees. Eyes on my face. He had not reached for his phone. Had not moved toward the door. Had not done anything except sit there and be steady in the way that some people just are when everything around them is falling apart.
He did not say he was sorry.
I was grateful for that.
"The letter," I said to Lyra. "Where at the lakehouse."
"Inside the chair lining. By the window. The old one."
I knew that chair.
I picked up my weapon and moved toward the door.
"Nadia." Nicholas stood. "You are bleeding through the bandaging again."
I looked down. Dark stain spreading. I had been aware of it for twenty minutes.
"I am fine."
"You will pass out before you get there."
"I have survived worse."
"I know." He grabbed his jacket and his keys from the table. "I am driving you."
Lyra moved fast.
She stepped between us.
"No." Her eyes were hard. "Absolutely not."
Nicholas looked at her calmly. She looked back at him like he was a problem she was calculating how to remove.
"He is NYPD," she said to me. Not to him. Like he was not standing right there. "Do you understand what that means. He has put people like us behind bars. People like Lorenzo. Like you. Like me." Her voice was low and certain. "The moment this stops being useful to him you are in handcuffs. Or worse."
"He saved my life tonight," I said.
"And tomorrow he could end it." She grabbed my arm. "You do not know this man. You met him two hours ago in an alley. Do not be naive. Not now. Not with everything at stake."
The room was quiet.
Nicholas said nothing. He stood with his keys in his hand and his jacket on and let her say every word without defending himself. That alone told me something.
A man with something to hide does not stay quiet when he is accused.
He argues.
Nicholas just waited.
"My instinct says he is safe," I said.
Lyra stared at me. "Your instinct."
"Yes."
"Nadia." She said my name like a warning. "This is not the field. This is not a contract you can walk away from if it goes wrong. This man finds out everything about you and it is over. Everything. The evidence. The letter. All of it buried under your arrest file."
I looked at her.
Then I looked at Nicholas.
He met my eyes and held them and still said nothing. Still waited. Letting me make the choice without pushing. Without persuading. Without performing trustworthiness the way people do when they want something from you.
Just waiting.
"She is right that I have put people behind bars," he said finally. Calm. Measured. "People who did what you do. People who worked for organizations like yours." A pause. "I will not pretend otherwise."
Lyra spread her hands. "You see."
"But I am also the person who did not make a call tonight when I should have," he continued. "Who dressed your wound and brought you here and asked nothing in return." He looked at me directly. "I cannot promise you what tomorrow looks like. I can only tell you what tonight looks like. And tonight I am driving you."
Silence.
Lyra looked at me with something close to disbelief.
"You are actually considering this," she said.
"I have already decided," I said.
"Nadia."
"He comes." I picked up my jacket. "That is final."
Her jaw tightened. She looked at Nicholas like she was memorizing his face for a reason that had nothing to do with trust.
"If you betray her," she said quietly, "you will not see it coming."
Nicholas looked at her.
"I know," he said.
We moved out into the cold. Nicholas pulled the car around. Lyra climbed into the back without another word. I took the front. He drove without being told which direction. I gave him the address in pieces. Street by street. The way Lorenzo had taught me to trust. In small amounts. Only what was necessary.
Nicholas drove like a man who had chased things through this city for years. Fast. Certain. Eyes moving between the road and the mirrors in a rhythm that told me he was already running the same checks I was.
Watching for a tail.
He did not need to be told.
Three blocks out I checked the mirrors myself.
Headlights behind us.
Same distance for the last four turns.
My hand moved to my weapon.
"We have company," I said.
Nicholas's eyes went to the mirror.
His jaw tightened.
He said nothing.
He just drove faster.
Three blocks out I checked the mirrors.
Headlights.
Same distance. Same position. Four turns and they had not moved from our tail once.
My hand went to my weapon.
"Nicholas."
"I see them," he said. Already accelerating. Hands tightening on the wheel.
I watched the headlights in the mirror. Steady. Patient. Not rushing. Not dropping back.
That was the part that turned my blood cold.
They were not chasing us.
They already knew where we were going.
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