Nora Daniels Romane & Geschichten

Cam found Nora in four hours. Her full name was Nora Ashby. Fifty-six, British, former oversight body senior analyst who had resigned fourteen years ago under circumstances the official record described as personal reasons. Hunter-line, third generation, privately wealthy through inheritance and what appeared on paper to be a legitimate research consultancy based in Edinburgh. Edinburgh. Where Priya was studying. I read that detail and my hands went still on the table. Cam saw my face. "I checked," he said immediately. "Priya's building, her campus, her usual routes. Nothing flagged. No surveillance, no proximity contacts." He held my gaze. "She's not a target. Edinburgh is just where Nora o

CHAPTER 19 Nora sat on the edge of the campus fountain, the water catching the sunlight in shimmering fragments. It should have been beautiful peaceful even but the reflection of herself staring back felt hollow. Her phone buzzed again. Another message from Daniel. She didn’t even need to read it to feel the anger rising in her chest. The audacity, the entitlement, the way he acted as if the past meant she still owed him something. Her thumb hovered over the screen before she deleted it, just like before.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Her voice echoed chaotically through the space, but it barely reached me. I was already beside Daniel. Nora lay across his lap, her breathing shallow, uneven. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood slipping from the corner of her lips. Daniel’s hands pressed desperately against the wound. “I’m sorry… Nora… I’m so sorry…” His voice trembled violently. Nora’s eyes fluttered. Soft. Painfully gentle. “It’s okay… Daniel…” Her words came weak, fractured. “I’m gl… glad… you’re not hurt…”

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

She glanced sideways at Mary. Mary was writing. Writing fast. Traitor. Nora swallowed. “…Okay. Think. Think.” Nothing. Her heart started beating faster. Slowly… carefully… she slipped her phone out under the desk. Just a quick check. Just one answer. She unlocked it. Typed quickly. Her eyes scanned the screen. “Yes… yes… okay…” “Miss Oscar.” Nora froze. Her blood ran cold. Slowly… very slowly… she looked up. Professor Nelson stood right beside her.

Elizabeth slowly picked up her private phone and dialed a number she hadn't used in years. The call connected at the first ring. "I have a job for you." The man on the other end remained silent. Elizabeth's voice turned cold. "I want you to get close to Nora…bEarn her trust..." Her lips curled into a chilling smile. "...and when the time is right, destroy her from the inside." “done.” She ended the call without another word and slipped the phone into her handbag. Her eyes followed the direction Liam and Nora had left. A cold smile touched her lips. "Enjoy your happiness while it lasts.”

My instincts kicked in so fast that it took every ounce of my self-control not to shift in place. Kellan did it for me, stiffening like a trap sprung. His voice cut through the silence, low and sharp. “You feel that?” “I do now,” I muttered, scanning the shadows of the courtyard. And then she stepped out of them. Nora. Hair wind-tossed and tousled, cheeks flushed pink with a storm she hadn’t quite explained yet. Her eyes, those inhuman, dragon eyes, focused on us both with mathematical precision, and my spine caught. “I followed it here,” she said. No pleasantries. No idle chitchat. Just that.

"How dare you bring the police officers with you! You tramp! I have been playing the idiot to accompany you, you old tramp! I'm just getting what I'm owed. You were the one who said that John's burnt scars disgusted you! You were the one who seduced me! "If it weren't for John's money, do you think I'd ever be with you? Every single moment with you disgusts me. If I didn't need the money for Bianca and the child in her, I would have dumped you a long time ago!" Nora turned to look at the woman. She had a slight baby bump. Like a madwoman, Nora yanked the hairpin from the updo and stabbed it viciously into the hand Henry was using to grab her hair.