The rain started falling unexpectedly, its large droplets hitting the dusty windows and blurring the gray sky outside. Alison stood close to the window, her arms crossed, watching the rain. It reminded her of home. Inside the house, the silence felt heavier with the sound of the rain—each drop constantly reminding her of a feeling of stuckness. Nicholas sat by the kitchen table entirely focused on what he was doing. The table was in a mess of maps, files, and ruffled notes. His coffee was cold, left untouched since he poured it. His sharp eyes scanned all the documents, his expression as that of a stone. Alison wondered how anyone could stay so still for so long , getting more annoyed as she watched him longer. She snapped. "You staring at those papers all day won’t magically solve anything.” She knew she was being annoying but that was the only way to grab his attention. Nicholas didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look up. “And pacing by the window won’t change anything either.” S
It was the third day now and Nicholas hasn't returned. Alison busied herself with her paintings all day till she eventually ran out of supplies. Her paintings represented her restlessness and it only became worse as she ran out of paint.She sat by the window, watching the sunset. The sunset calmed her mind a little bit. As the sun began to go, rain started to fall. She loved the rain but at this moment she hated it. The house felt like a prison.A knock at the door broke the silence. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew it wasn't Nicholas. Nicholas won't knock for sure. She approached the door with Nicholas’s warning in her mind.“ Who is it?” she asked, hesitating a bit.“ Just a passerby seeking refuge from the rain” came the reply.Alison contemplated whether she should open the door; despite Nicholas's warnings in her mind, she opened the door.She opened the door and it revealed a man. He looked like he would be around Nicholas' age or a bit older. He had long dark hair, although
The moment the door closed, Alison felt a strange weight in her chest. The rain had lessened to a light drizzle outside, but the silence within the house was deafening. She wrapped the doorknob with her fingers. How did the man know her name? She tried recalling their conversation in her mind. She never informed him her name —she was certain.Something dawned on her, a chill went down her spine. Who could he possibly be? She began to find breathing a bit difficult. Did Nicholas know this man? Was he dangerous? Her intuition told her that he was. Her hands trembled a little as she took a step back from the door. She turned and hurried to the kitchen after that. She had seen the guns Nicholas had left behind. But when she opened the drawers and cupboards and found that he had locked them before he left, she shuddered a little.Nicholas, screw you. Her thoughts were racing as she paced the room. Where would she go now? Is she supposed to remain here?The electricity flickered. The light
Nicholas made his way quickly down the wet lane. All the muscles in his body ached. He didn't want any more time. Adrian's eyes were everywhere. The note at the hideout was a statement rather than merely a warning. He needed to get back to Allison. Nicholas sensed it, even though the streets were oddly silent.The weight of invisible eyes followed every step he took. This was not something he had time for. His fingers tightened around his rifle. A shadow lunged at him as he turned the corner. Before Nicholas could react, a powerful force struck him, pushing him up against a damp brick wall. Then, gritting his teeth and swinging his arm to knock his assailant back, he shot through his ribs. But before he could recover, another person emerged from the darkness. A blade flashed towards his face. Nicholas barely dodged, the sharp edge close enough to graze his cheek. He fired a shot, but Adrian's men, his attackers, were already on the move and they were swift and threatening. Grabbing
Alison remained motionless, her fingers still holding the picture. Nicholas' soaked body was a little darkened by the shadows from the faint light from the hidden room, and his body blocked the only way out.Even though his breathing was unsteady and his knuckles were bruised and bloodied, his eyes—his light gray eyes—were fixed on the photographs she was holding. Alison expected him to yell at her, but his silence was much worse. Alison forced herself to look into his eyes as she swallowed. With a voice hardly audible above a whisper, she confessed, "I—I was looking for a place to hide." "I didn't intend to—" She paused, taking another look at the pictures. Amelia. The woman who looked very much like her. Nicholas had never spoken of the woman. Like a predator moving toward its prey, Nicholas moved forward slowly and deliberately. "You're not supposed to be here.”He said quietly. His voice was too low. Alison tried to steady herself by clenching her fists. "Who is she?" She held up
Nicholas' expression changed to something darker, like anger, irritation, or perhaps something else she couldn't identify before Alison had a chance to grasp what he had spoken. "You just had to go looking, didn’t you?" His speech was calm , but there was no mistaking the rage in his eyes. Alison clutched her arms and swallowed. "I didn’t mean to—" "Don’t," he interrupted her. "You're not allowed to explain yourself. Asking questions about topics you don't need to understand is not acceptable.She had not anticipated the reaction from him. This was more than just rage; it was something more profound and seem a bit personal. She whispered, "You're overreacting," she said as she felt her own annoyance increased. Nicholas laughed bitterly. Are you overreacting? Do you believe this to be a game?, You are the one sticking your nose to business that don't concern you. Alison's jaw tightened. "No, but I should be informed as to why I'm being hunted” “ You're acting dumb, like you don't know
The room was suffocatingly quiet. With her arms hugging her body, Alison sat on the side of the bed gazing at the shut door. Her experience with Nicholas had left her shaken. She couldn't get the memory of his rage out of her head. She let out a sharp exhale and ran her fingers through her hair. Today she had learned something insignificant. How long did Nicholas think he could hide it from her and at what expense? She was unaware of how much Nicholas was concealing, and now she found herself lost in her thoughts and her questions. She looked out the window. Danger was lurking nearby. The man from earlier. He frightened her which was quite funny . Oddly she felt very comfortable with him that only scared her more. Could he be the Adrian she thought fearfully. She quickly dismissed the thought. There's no way he would come himself. The fact she looked like Nicholas' possibly late lover shocked her the most. She wondered how he felt staring at her face fully knowing she reminded h
The silence in the room was almost suffocating.Alison's fingers tapped against the windows as she gazed outside the window. The place was secluded, surrounded by thick forests and an iron gate that would be impossible to cross without being noticed.Trapped.That was exactly how she felt.Her thoughts circled back to the night before. Nicholas’ anger had been more than just rage—it was fear. He wasn’t just mad that she had seen those pictures.And that meant there was more to this story than just Amelia.Alison’s gaze flicked toward the door again. He hadn’t returned since locking her in. A part of her expected him to—if only to continue their argument—but the house had been eerily silent since.The place was so quiet that it felt suffocating. Alison stared out at the wide open space while her fingers tapped on the window. Completely stuck in a place she didn't know.Stuck. She has grown used to the feeling by now.She thought about the previous evening.Nicholas had been terrified,
The night passed with Alison experiencing no sleep. Frustration wove through her thoughts as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The way Nicholas was acting was still on her mind. It made her uneasy. He had pulled back once again just when she thought she was drawing nearer to him. The silence in the house felt eerie. It was as if the world beyond her bedroom had vanished. Something was definitely wrong. She suddenly sat up from the bed and ran a hand through her hair. The tension in the house was already suffocating, how could she lie here and act as if nothing was happening? She had already made her choice before she had had time to think it through. If Nicholas doesn't tell her anything, she is going to find out for herself. She got up quietly and padded across the room toward the door, swinging her legs over the bed. She slowly opened it and looked into the dark corridor. She felt a slight excitement. She shouldn't have been out here.Her bare feet hardly made a sound on the c
Alison could tell something was clearly wrong. She sensed a shift with how Nicholas was behaving but she couldn't place a finger on what it was.Nicholas definitely wasn't acting like himself, not that she knew well enough to actually know he's like. But she knew something happened to him. He's like he was waiting for someone to burst right through the door. He was colder than ever all of a sudden. Things were just going well between them. She wondered where the change came from.He was paranoid,he didn't let her go outside. She now had her training at the basement and she did them alone. He was more distant. She was sure something happened and it terrified her for some reason. She knew Nicholas wouldn't tell her anything. When has he ever told her anything?He was constantly working in his office and making a bunch of calls. She didn't know the kind of work but she imagined something dreadful. She noticed he was busier than before. She rarely sees him, mostly when she eats breakfast.
The light turned on in the warehouse as soon as Adrian entered, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room with every steps he took. His men were ready, their weapons positioned to shoot if needed. The message he received was simple: We need to talk.Adrian wasn't the type to be summoned, he summons people, no one dare summons him maybe that was why he found the message intriguing. This was no ordinary informant. This person knew Nicholas and they knew him well.A figure stepped into the light emerging from the shadows. The man had a relaxed posture and was fully clothed in dark clothings. Adrian's eyes narrowed. He had anticipated a low-level mole, an unnamed traitor. Not the person he was seeing.The man before him was thought to be dead. Luke. It took a while before Adrian spoke, studying him for signs of deceit. Adrian folded his arms with ease and remarked, "So," he paused "You're the one feeding me information from.”Luke smirked. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”Adri
Nicholas didn't sleep at all. He couldn't allow himself to sleep. He guarded the window, his eyes glued outside in search of any movement or hidden shadows. The symbol craved in Alison's window was plainly on his mind. He knew they were watching, they were waiting and Nicholas was ready for them whenever they were ready to strike.The hours dragged on yet nothing happened. No movement or attack at all. Just pure silence. This was the hardest part. The certainty that something was meant to happen but nothing was happening at all.By morning, the house remained untouched. Nicholas understood assuming they were out of danger would be a big mistake. The moment he was about to sleep, his phone let out a buzz. It was the same number.Unknown Number: You didn’t sleep, did you? His fingers tightened around the phone. Whoever was behind this wanted to mess with him. They wanted to make him doubt his own security.Unknown Number: Nicholas, you're slipping. You can't keep her safe forever.He a
Nicholas's grip tightened around his phone as he reread the messages. “You don't know how close we are.”He stared into his phone as the word reverberated in his ears. The statement was straightforward, but it was as if a knife had been driven into his heart.As he inhaled, his jaw tightened as he felt repressed wrath wanting to surface. This person wasn't merely making fun of him. It served as a warning. It was more like a statement. They were aware of her she was here. Could it be Adrian? Adrian don't bother using a burner phone. He texts him directly.Nicholas was aware he had so many people. He had killed a lot of people and he wouldn't be surprised if their loved ones goes out seeking revenge. He doesn't have time to think whether it was Adrian or not. Whoever it was. They are probably on their way by now Nicholas's first impulse was to summon his men and order everyone in the vicinity to return right away.However, he stopped himself. No. Adrian could not afford to alert his sold
Although the night was silent, his thoughts were not. Nicholas stood by the window. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, even though he barely took a sip out of it. Though his mind was centered on the darkness outside, his thoughts were else that was not here. They accompanied her. Alison.He sighed deeply, feeling that familiar weight in his chest—the one he had grown used to in the past days. This wasn’t meant to happen. She wasn't meant to be anything. Just a tool to be used. A reminder of Amelia, yes, but nothing more. But every day that passed, she became less of that reminder and more of… herself. He was frightened by that.She spoke to him as though he were a human who hadn't committed grievous sins, as though he was someone worth worrying about, and then she said, "I just don't want you to get hurt."Nicholas felt the burn through his throat as he gulped down the whiskey, calling his attention back to the present. He needed to wake up, remember who he was, what he had lost,
The times passed slowly and Alison busied herself sketching and painting. She took a moment to realize she was drawing him. Him. He has been in her mind these days. Like a force that refuses to leave. She wanted to rip it off.The painting was magnificent. His eyes. His gray eyes looked so enchanting. His sharp jaw. His eyes in the painting held a soothing softness. One she hasn't seen in his eyes.She hated it. She hated the fact she wanted to see this on his face when he looked at her. She hated the fact he was invading her thoughts. She hated the fact that she let her guard down even if it was only a little.This was dangerous and she knew it.By afternoon, Alison heard footsteps at the door. She was certain Nicholas had returned.She felt her heart skip a beat but it was not out of fear.She quickly hid her sketchbook, the last thing she wanted was for Nicholas to see the drawing and think she was obsessed with him or anything. She started to read an old book she found on a dusty
Alison sat down peacefully on the couch as Nicholas tended to her injury. He cleansed her ankle's wound with delicate, cautious hands.There was something softer in his countenance, despite the fact that his brows were wrinkled in concentration. It was something something she hadn’t seen before.She tried not to feel anything.But she did.The warmth of his touch. The faint smell of his cologne. The way his eyes flickered to hers every now and then, as if checking to see if she was okay.“You need to be more careful,” he muttered, his voice low. “Things could have gone worse.”“I can handle it,” she replied, though her voice was losing its usual sharpness. “It’s only a scratch.”“ Just a scratch, huh” he mocked, pretty sure he saw her limping.Nicholas looked up; their eyes briefly met for a moment, but it was enough for Alison's heart to be at faster. Neither of them spoke but everything unsaid seemed to hang in the air between them.But then, as always, Nicholas was the first to bre
Alison carried on like nothing happened.It was an accident. Nicholas was half asleep. He probably didn't remember anything. She had been stupid to let her guard down. Only one thing mattered —Survival.No matter how she tried to forget, she could still feel his warmth, his arms around it. She could still remember how his face looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. It was so unsettling to her. She shouldn't be thinking like that. She mustn't. When she entered the living room, Nicholas was already there sipping his coffee. He was back to his usual self—cold and distant. It was nothing like the pain in his eyes she saw last night. She was right, he probably didn't remember anything.“Training starts in ten,” he said, his voice sharp, sparing her a quick glance..Alison nodded quickly. “Got it.”Neither of them said anything. But the silence between them felt different. Not cruel. There was this tension in the air that Alison felt, she wasn't if he felt it too.The training was tense that d