CHAPTER TWO: WHAT HE ALREADY KNEW
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Ronan didn’t look back.
He didn’t need to.
The moment he stepped out of the bar and into the narrow hallway that led toward the back offices, the noise behind him faded into something distant and irrelevant. The walls were concrete, unpainted, lined with old pipes that hummed faintly with heat. A place meant for function, not comfort.
His boots echoed once. Then again.
Measured, even, Controlled.
Kael was waiting at the end of the hall.
Leaning against the wall like he’d been there a while, arms crossed, expression already dark with the kind of irritation he didn’t bother to hide.
“You let her stay.”
Not a question.
Ronan kept walking.
“I did.”
Kael pushed off the wall, falling into step beside him. “That’s not like you.”
“No,” Ronan agreed calmly. “It isn’t.”
They reached a steel door. Ronan didn’t slow as he pushed it open, stepping into a room that contrasted sharply with the rest of the building, cleaner and organized. A desk positioned with deliberate precision. Files stacked in exact lines. A single overhead light casting a steady glow.
Nothing in the room was accidental.
Kael shut the door behind them with more force than necessary.
“She walked in like she owns the place,” Kael continued. “Didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. That’s not curiosity, that’s intent.”
Ronan shrugged off his jacket, draping it over the back of a chair.
“I know.”
Kael frowned. “Then why is she still out there?”
Ronan didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he moved to the desk, pulling open a drawer. Inside, neatly arranged, were several photographs. He flipped through them with practiced ease before stopping at one.
A woman.
Different hair. Different expression.
Same eyes.
He slid the photo out, placing it flat on the desk.
Kael stepped closer, his gaze dropping to it.
“Don’t tell me”
“It’s her,” Ronan said.
Silence settled between them.
He didn’t rush to fill it.
Kael exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You’re sure?”
Ronan leaned back against the desk, arms crossing loosely.
“She moves the same,” he said. “Watches everything. Counts without looking like she’s counting.”
Kael glanced toward the door, like the woman might somehow hear them through it.
“She looks different.”
“She’s supposed to.”
Another pause.
Then Kael’s jaw tightened. “So we’re just…
what? Letting her walk around? Sit at the bar? Drink our liquor while she figures out how to take us apart?”
Ronan’s gaze sharpened slightly, not at the words, but at the assumption behind them.
“She’s not figuring anything out,” he said.
Kael blinked. “What does that mean?”
“It means she already came with a plan.”
Ronan reached for the photo again, his thumb brushing the edge of it before setting it back down.
“She didn’t come here blind,” he continued.
“She came here knowing exactly where she was stepping.”
Kael scoffed. “Then that makes it worse.”
“No,” Ronan said quietly. “It makes it interesting.”
Kael stared at him like he’d lost his mind.
“This isn’t a game, Ronan.”
Ronan’s expression didn’t change.
“It never is.”
“Then stop treating it like one.”
A beat of silence stretched.
Then
“I’m not,” Ronan said.
The calm in his voice was what made Kael hesitate.
Not anger. Not frustration.
Certainty.
Ronan straightened, pushing away from the desk.
“She wants something,” he went on.
“Information. Access. Maybe more.”
“And we’re just going to give it to her?” Kael asked.
Ronan’s lips curved slightly, not quite a smile.
“We’re going to let her think we are.”
Kael let out a breath, pacing once across the room before turning back.
“And when she makes her move?”
Ronan picked up his jacket again, slipping it on with unhurried precision.
“Then we’ll see if she’s worth the trouble she’s bringing.”
Kael shook his head. “You’re too calm about this.”
Ronan adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, his gaze distant for just a second.
“No,” he said. “I’m exactly as calm as I should be.”
Because this
This wasn’t unexpected.
He’d been waiting for something like this.
Not her, specifically.
But something close.
Pressure had been building in places most people couldn’t see. Movements in the shadows. Deals that didn’t sit right. Silence where there should have been noise.
Someone was testing the edges.
And now
They’d sent her.
Kael watched him carefully. “You think she’s alone?”
Ronan shook his head once.
“No.”
“Then we should”
“No,” Ronan cut in.
Kael stopped.
“We don’t move yet,” Ronan said. “We watch.”
“And if she gets too close?”
Ronan’s gaze lifted, locking onto Kael’s with quiet intensity.
“Then I’ll decide what to do with her.”
The words settled heavier than they sounded.
Kael held his stare for a moment longer, then finally nodded.
“Fine,” he muttered. “But I don’t trust her.”
“You’re not supposed to.”
Ronan moved toward the door.
His hand rested on the handle for a brief second before he pulled it open.
The noise of the bar rushed back in, louder than before, filled with low voices and the clink of glass.
He stepped out.
And this time
He did look.
Nyra was still at the bar.
Same seat. Same posture.
But something about her had shifted.
Not outwardly.
No one else would notice.
But Ronan did.
She wasn’t just observing anymore.
She was listening with purpose now.
Tracking patterns.
Waiting.
Good.
That made things easier.
He walked back into the room without drawing attention, his presence slipping into the background despite the way people instinctively made space for him.
Nyra didn’t turn immediately.
That was deliberate.
She was careful.
Disciplined.
But not careful enough.
Ronan stopped a few steps behind her.
Close enough to see the slight tension in her shoulders before she masked it.
Close enough to notice the way her fingers stilled against the glass.
“You’re still here.”
His voice was quieter this time.
Closer.
Nyra turned her head just enough to glance at him over her shoulder.
“Shouldn’t I be?”
Her tone was light.
Too light.
Ronan stepped around her, taking the empty stool beside her without asking.
“No one stays here without a reason,” he said.
Nyra faced forward again, picking up her drink.
“Maybe I like the atmosphere.”
Ronan followed her gaze, scanning the room as if considering it.
“Loud. Unfriendly. Full of people who don’t like strangers.”
Nyra took a slow sip.
“Sounds honest.”
That almost earned something.
Almost.
Ronan leaned back slightly, his attention returning to her.
“What are you looking for?”
Nyra didn’t answer immediately.
She set the glass down again, her fingers lingering on it.
Then
“Depends,” she said.
“On what?”
She turned to him fully this time.
Their eyes met again.
Closer now.
More deliberate.
“On what I find.”
A pause stretched between them.
Not empty.
Charged.
Ronan studied her face, every detail, every micro expression she tried to hide.
She was good.
Very good.
But not perfect.
No one was.
“You won’t find what you’re looking for here,” he said.
Nyra’s lips curved slightly.
“You don’t even know what I’m looking for.”
Ronan held her gaze.
“I know enough.”
Another pause.
Then Nyra leaned in slightly, not enough to be obvious, but enough to close the space between them just a fraction.
“Then tell me,” she murmured, “what do you think I want?”
For a second
Just a second
Ronan considered answering honestly.
Instead, he said:
“Something you won’t be able to walk away from.”
Nyra’s expression didn’t change.
But her eyes
There it was.
A flicker.
Gone as quickly as it came.
But he saw it.
And that was all he needed.
Ronan straightened, pushing himself off the stool.
“Careful,” he added quietly. “This place has a way of keeping people longer than they planned.”
Nyra watched him, her gaze steady.
“Maybe I don’t plan on leaving.”
Ronan paused.
Then, slowly
“Then you’d better be sure,” he said, “you can survive staying.
”
He walked away again.
This time without stopping.
Without looking back.
But behind him, nyra didn’t move for a long time.
Her drink untouched.
Her thoughts louder than the room around her.
Because something was wrong.
Not with the place.
Not with the people.
With him.
Ronan Vex wasn’t reacting the way he should.
He wasn’t suspicious enough.
Wasn’t aggressive enough.
Wasn’t normal.
And that meant one thing.
He wasn’t underestimating her.
He was waiting.
The realization settled cold in her chest.
Nyra exhaled slowly, her fingers tightening slightly around the glass.
Fine, If he wanted to wait She could too.
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