Aria's POV
Nathan's gaze was steady, searching. And then it clicked.
The first time was at the hotel when Lana was sick, and he'd helped without hesitation.
And now… after she'd been taken… he'd rushed through the night to bring her back to me.
My lips tightened. "I'm taking Lana and leaving tomorrow."
"You're misunderstanding me," he said, pulling out a chair and sitting like he owned the space, in a tall, composed and infuriating manner.
Lana, now full and energetic, wriggled in his arms. His hold didn't even budge.
A man in a tailored suit, holding a pacifier-chewing baby with absolute ease… it was almost strange.
Almost… warm.
I swallowed, confused. "Then what do you mean?"
"Richard was right about one thing, it's not safe for you and Lana out there." He leaned back slightly,
