CHAPTER FOUR: THE FIRST TEST
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Ronan didn’t follow her.
He gave her time to leave.
That, in itself, was part of the test.
From the office window, a narrow slit of reinforced glass overlooking the alley behind the building, he watched the faint reflection of movement as the back door opened.
Nyra stepped out alone.
No hesitation.
No pause to check if she was being watched.
That was either confidence…
Or a message.
Ronan leaned one shoulder against the wall, arms loosely crossed as he observed her through the reflection rather than directly. It was a habit he’d learned long before this city, before this club, never look at something head on if you wanted to see it clearly.
She moved like she had time.
Not like someone who had just walked into a trap.
Interesting.
The door shut behind her.
A few seconds passed.
Then nothing.
No second figure.
No shadow following.
No sudden movement in the alley.
Ronan pushed off the wall.
“Clear,” he said quietly.
Kael stepped out from the corner he’d been standing in, jaw tight. “You’re letting her walk out after that?”
“She came in,” Ronan replied. “She’ll come back.”
Kael didn’t look convinced.
“She saw too much.”
“No,” Ronan said calmly. “She saw exactly what I wanted her to see.”
Kael let out a sharp breath, pacing once across the room. “And what exactly was that?”
Ronan didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he walked back to the desk, sliding the drawer open just slightly enough to confirm everything was where it should be.
The photo.
Centered.
Untouched.
He closed it again.
“That she’s already behind,” he said.
Kael frowned. “Behind what?”
Ronan’s gaze lifted, something colder settling behind his eyes now.
“Whatever she thinks she’s here to do.”
Silence stretched.
Kael studied him for a moment longer before shaking his head.
“You’re playing too deep with this,” he muttered. “We don’t even know who sent her.”
Ronan’s expression didn’t change.
“We will.”
“And until then?”
Ronan turned toward the door.
“Until then,” he said, “we give her a reason to stay.”
The bar had emptied by the time Ronan stepped back into it.
Only a few remained, men who either worked there or had nowhere else to go. The lights seemed dimmer now, the noise quieter, like the place itself had settled into something more honest.
He walked straight past the counter, heading toward a side exit that led to the back lot.
The night air hit colder.
Cleaner.
The alley stretched out in muted shadows, lined with parked bikes and the occasional flicker of a distant streetlight. Somewhere farther down, an engine turned over, then died again.
Ronan moved through the space without hesitation, his gaze scanning once, not searching, just confirming.
She was gone.
Good.
He stopped near one of the bikes, resting a hand lightly against the handlebar.
“She didn’t run.”
Kael’s voice came from behind him again.
Ronan didn’t turn.
“No.”
“That’s not normal.”
“No,” Ronan agreed. “It’s not.”
Kael stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You think she’s trying to prove something?”
Ronan’s fingers tapped once against the metal before stilling.
“Everyone who walks in here is trying to prove something,” he said. “The question is to who.”
Kael crossed his arms. “And your answer?”
Ronan finally turned his head slightly.
“To someone who isn’t here.”
That hung between them for a second.
Then asound cut through the quiet.
Not loud.
But wrong.
Ronan’s gaze snapped toward the far end of the alley.
A figure stood there.
Half shadowed.
Still.
Watching.
Kael saw it too.
His stance shifted instantly, tension snapping into place.
“You expecting company?” he muttered.
Ronan didn’t answer.
Because the answer was already no.
The figure didn’t move at first.
Then
Slowly
They stepped forward.
One step.
Then another.
Not cautious.
Not nervous.
Deliberate.
Ronan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Not Nyra.
Different build.
Different posture.
Male.
By the time the man reached the edge of the light, his face became clear.
Young.
Too young for this kind of place.
And nervous.
That part showed.
His hands were clenched at his sides, his gaze flicking between Ronan and Kael like he wasn’t sure which one was more dangerous.
Smart instinct.
“You’re Ronan Vex?” he asked.
His voice didn’t crack.
But it came close.
Ronan didn’t move.
“Who’s asking?”
The man hesitated, just long enough to confirm he hadn’t planned this part well.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said quickly. “I have something for you.”
Kael let out a quiet scoff. “Yeah? That so?”
The man ignored him, taking another step closer.
Ronan didn’t miss the way his weight shifted.
Unsteady.
Untrained.
But not stupid.
“Then give it,” Ronan said.
The man reached into his jacket.
Kael tensed instantly, his hand moving just slightly toward his side.
Ronan didn’t.
He watched.
Waited.
The man pulled out an envelope.
Plain.
Unmarked.
He held it out, arm slightly extended.
“Someone asked me to deliver this,” he said.
“Said it was important.”
Ronan didn’t take it.
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
That was a lie.
A bad one.
Ronan stepped forward.
Not fast.
But enough.
The man swallowed, his grip tightening on the envelope.
“I swear,” he added quickly. “They didn’t give a name, just said you’d understand.”
Ronan stopped just in front of him.
Close enough now to see the fine layer of sweat along the man’s temple.
Fear.
Real fear.
Good.
That meant he wasn’t completely reckless.
Ronan reached out, taking the envelope.
The man let go of it immediately, like he didn’t want to hold onto it any longer than necessary.
Smart.
“Anything else?” Ronan asked.
The man shook his head quickly. “No. That’s it.”
A pause.
Then
“Then go,” Ronan said.
The man didn’t wait.
He turned and left almost immediately, his steps faster now, his shoulders tight like he expected something to happen behind him.
It didn’t.
Not yet.
Kael stepped closer the second he was gone.
“Feels wrong,” he muttered.
Ronan didn’t disagree.
He turned the envelope over once.
Still unmarked.
No seal.
No name.
Just weight.
Enough to hold something more than paper.
Kael glanced toward the street, then back at Ronan. “You think this is connected to her?”
Ronan didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he slid a finger under the edge of the envelope and tore it open.
Inside
A single photograph slipped out.
Ronan caught it before it hit the ground.
He looked at it once.
Then stilled.
Kael leaned in. “What is it?”
Ronan didn’t respond immediately.
Because the photo
The photo changed things.
It wasn’t Nyra.
Not directly.
But it might as well have been.
The image showed a building.
Old.
Industrial.
Familiar.
And in the corner
Barely visible unless you knew where to look was a figure.
Standing near the entrance.
Half turned.
Watching.
Nyra.
Different angle.
Different time.
But unmistakable.
Kael swore under his breath. “That’s her.”
Ronan’s grip on the photo tightened slightly.
Then he flipped it over.
There was writing on the back.
Not printed.
Handwritten.
Messy.
Like it had been done in a hurry.
Kael leaned closer, reading over his shoulder.
“You’re already late.”
Silence fell.
Heavier this time.
Different.
Kael stepped back, tension rising. “This isn’t random.”
“No,” Ronan said quietly.
It wasn’t.
Because now
Now there were too many moving pieces.
The girl who walked into his bar like she belonged.
The trap she stepped into without flinching.
The message delivered by someone who didn’t understand what he was carrying.
And this
This warning.
Ronan’s gaze lifted slowly toward the dark street ahead.
Somewhere out there
Someone else was watching.
Waiting.
Just like he was.
And for the first time
This wasn’t just about Nyra anymore.
It was bigger.
Messier.
And far more dangerous than it had any right to be.
Ronan slipped the photo back into the envelope, his expression settling into something colder.
More focused.
“Get the bikes ready,” he said.
Kael blinked. “Now?”
Ronan turned toward him.
“Now.”
Kael didn’t argue this time.
He nodded once and moved.
Ronan looked back down the empty street one last time.
Then very quietly
“Let’s see what you’re really doing,” he murmured.
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