“Blaidd,” she said softly, concern shadowing her face.“I asked if you’re okay.”
I covered her hand and pressed it against my jaw.
“I need all three of you to be safe,” I said, my voice low.“If I do or say something that seems unreasonable, it’s because I have no other choice.”
Her eyes widened.
“The island?” she whispered.
I shook my head. She nodded, then smiled wryly.
“I might not like what you say or do,” she said, as I placed her hand on my thigh and wrapped my arm around her shoulders,“but you’ll soon know about it.”
I closed my eyes, thinking of the jar of kimchi in the fridge that was always out of place.
Fuck knows what I did that time.
???
When we returned home, I took Lielit inside—she was already itching to add the new scan pictures to the twins’memory album.
I walked the perimeter of the garden, surveying the property’s security. The walls were high, but scalable. The iron gates had the same flaw. My CCTV didn’t cover every blind spot, and in an emergency, the house lacked a panic room for the babies.
I began to build a list in my mind.
Lielit—what she needed.
The twins—what they needed.
Before removing the prime minister, I had to dismantle the people behind him.
Last—but not least—I had to make the takedown so brutal that no one would ever consider touching my family again.
Professionals cleaned the warehouse and disposed of the dismembered remains. They were paid well to keep silent, though in this case, leaks would work in my favour.
I checked on Lielit before locking myself into the study. It took less than twenty minutes to trace the PM’s donors. Campaign funds led to businesses, then to associates. The scale of the network didn’t faze me.
Fenrir was alert. Ready to kill.
We had three months to pave the way for our family. I’d grown careless, believing Hanson’s death was an ending.
It wasn’t a knife they wanted in my back.
They wanted it in my spine—twisted until I broke.
My past would not jeopardise my future.
The knock on the door made me glance at the clock. It was past dinner time. Lielit opened the door and poked her head in.
“If you’re done watching porn, dinner is ready,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Come here,” I said, waving her over.
I pushed my chair back and hauled her onto my lap.
“What do you think of these houses?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her until my hands settled over her belly.
She tapped through the different tabs, and I knew she was already evaluating the postcodes.
