Page 3 of Darling Wildfire
Me: Did the others confirm yet?
Nyx: Yup. All five dead.
A smirk pulled at my features and I muttered an excitedfuck yeah. We’d just waved a huge red flag at the bull and now just had to wait for him to charge. It wouldn’t take long for Vetticus to find out it was us behind the kills—it was kind of the point seeing as we were hoping to draw him out.
Me: So satisfying, yeah?
Nyx: Wish it was Vetticus
Me: Well, he needs to suffer first
Nyx: Yeah, yeah…
Nyx: and I did miss you
Me: I missed you too
I heard Lachlan board the plane and the door get pulled shut behind him.
“Wheels up in two!” He called out.
Me: We’re taking off. Be home soon.
Nyx: Can’t wait *black heart emoji*
I smiled as I put my phone away and turned to my gun, taking it apart to clean. Even after ten years, I was still stupidly in love with that man. I was looking forward to the day we didn’t have Vetticus’ shadow haunting us at every turn.
3
NYX
“Atlas and Lach are on the way home,” I said.
North turned away from the window in his office. He nodded but I could tell he was distracted as he came and sat down behind his desk. He leaned back in his chair and stared out at the cityscape, illuminated brightly by the full moon. I sank down into one of the plush chairs in front of his desk.
“When do you think we’ll hear from him?” I asked.
My nerves were all over the place now that we’d initiated things. This had been the plan all along but it was one thing to plan for a decade, and another for the time to arrive to actually execute that plan. North didn’t answer for a long moment. I couldn’t figure out what he was thinking but that was nothing new so I waited him out.
“Hard to say.”
“I would be really surprised if he hasn’t tried to find you at least once since we escaped,” I scoffed.
“I’m not hard to find.”
“You’re also not easy to find,” I smirked.
North finally turned to me and a ghost of a smile slid across his face as he inclined his head in agreement. His calculating eyes fixed on me, those gray depths always so efficient at seeing past my walls. He was the only person, besides Atlas, that I could be transparent with. Abruptly, he stood and walked over to his minibar, pouring out two glasses of whiskey. He came over and handed one to me.
“Are you going to tell Kaelin?” I asked.
I figured if I beat him to the personal stuff, it would delay the inevitable discussion of how I was feeling about all of this. He sat down in the chair next to mine and took a sip before answering, humoring my deflection.
“No.”
“No?” I raised my eyebrows. “What about Graham?” He took another sip, looking like he was maybe making this decision at this exact moment. “I mean, you’ve thought about this already right?”
“Of course I have,” he scoffed.
