ALEX.
I stood there, staring at the bag lying on the table between us, my heart beating too loudly in my ears. The room felt smaller than it had minutes ago, the air thicker, like something fragile was about to break if either of us moved the wrong way.
Niko stared at me, his expression unreadable.
“Well?” he asked.
He still sounded bossy and cold, and I felt the knot in my chest go tighter.
I swallowed. My throat felt dry. “I… I don’t know how to explain it properly.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Then don’t explain. Let me see it.”
I hesitated for half a second too long, and he noticed.
“Alex,” he said, holding out his hand. “The bag.”
I pushed the bag toward him slowly, reluctantly. I felt like I was giving away a piece of myself.
“Check it,” I murmured.
He took the bag and se
