He had only ever wanted to protect Danielle and Niki.
So when Millie tried to distract him with a fake “threat,” he played along, letting her believe her plan was flawless. That way, he could quietly weave a tighter net, ready to catch and eliminate the real dangers lurking in the shadows.
Danielle’s heart felt as if it had been struck hard—an ache mingled with a surge of emotion brought tears to her eyes.
She’d had no idea he’d done so much, no idea he’d been protecting them in his own way all this time. And yet, she’d misunderstood him for so long.
“Alexander…” Her voice caught, thick with emotion. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words tangled in her throat and wouldn’t come out.
How was she supposed to let go of everything that had already happened?
She couldn’t bring herself to forgive, but neither could she hold on to blame.
Alexander noticed her reddened eyes and felt a pang in his chest. Instinctively, he reached out to wipe her tears, but halfway there, he hesitated, then slowly let his hand drop.
Danielle saw the aborted gesture, and her heart twisted even tighter.
“What’s done is done,” Alexander said, his voice rough. “Some things are out of my hands now. For a while… we might need to endure a little hardship.”
He was talking about the forces behind the scenes—the enemies lurking in the dark, who seemed to be making moves again. He had to be more careful than ever.
Bringing Danielle and Niki to stay with him was the safest choice for now. It might expose them to certain dangers, but at least they wouldn’t be left out in the open, vulnerable to anyone who wished them harm.
Danielle nodded. “I know. We’re not afraid.”
At that moment, soft footsteps sounded on the stairs. Niki appeared at the landing, clutching her stuffed bunny, peering shyly into the living room.
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