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Epilogue
NIKLAS
“I found something. Falbridge, Nevada. I can't guarantee it, but there is a trace in the route of the IP.”
“Please, Nik, don't explain it. You know that tech jargon bores the fuck out of me.” Connor rubs his temple as he takes in my words. He's stressed, this situation is getting to him, but at the same time, I can see there's something else clouding his mind.
“So how's it going with... her?” He exhales, a heavy breath filling the silence of my office as he takes a seat on the sofa, elbows resting on his thighs, his hands rubbing together.
“I don't know.” He looks at me and his hollow eyes hold a darkness I've never seen in them before.
“There's no progress?”
“None... the hit she took to her head was bad. Really bad. She's obviously okay physically, thank fuck, but her mind... She still can't remember her name, Nik, her fucking name. I look at her some days and I don't know how to start a conversation because all I can think about is... I don't know the most basic thing about her and I have no fucking clue how to help.”
“She still refuses to go to that psychologist?”
“Yeah. She went… what, three times maybe? She said they mostly spoke about her trauma, about what Adrien put her through and she just stopped going. Refused to after that. It's strange, she is starting to remember irrelevant stuff, like foods she doesn't like or the ones she loves, smells, she remembered how she broke her arm as a kid. Shit like that.”
“That's something. That means her mind is not completely broken then.”
“No...” he trails off, and his eyes travel somewhere else. There's something there, something going on with him and I don't know whether it's about him or the woman he rescued from Adrien the day we stormed his place and brought him as a gift for Suki. The woman was broken, bloody, tortured, and raped, tied up in his cellar—the dungeon—and it took everything in me not kill the motherfucker then and there. Unfortunately, before we were able to get to Adrien, he managed to hurt this woman, smacked her head so hard against the stone wall that she went into a three-day coma. When she woke up, she had no idea who she was.
We tried so fucking hard to trace her, yet somehow even the skills I have online weren't successful. I found her and Adrien's conversations online, found her IP and whatever details they held; however, that was it. It was a dead end then and there, and it fucking baffled me. They led nowhere, only phantom pings on various servers across the web. All intentional.
All three of us, Connor, Suki and I, have been on a mission for over a month to find out more about her. This is the first lead I got—Falbridge—potentially the most remote place in Nevada, less than 100 people live there, and so many other remote residences spread around the wilderness.
There's something about this woman though, something Suki noticed first, a strange vibe, and through her broken memory, we're not sure she understands or is aware of it. Connor might be though, if the look he carries in his eyes right now is anything to go on.
“So, how are the two of you getting along then?” I ask him, and his black bushy eyebrows scrunch together.
“Just fine. Peachy.”
I can't help the grin that lifts the corner of my lips. Connor refused to let her go, not that she has anywhere to go. He feels guilty for her, guilty that he didn't manage to get Adrien before he smashed her head against that wall. Either way, the woman doesn't remember who she is or where she came from, she can't function on her own, doesn't quite know if she has any skills. She has nowhere to go, so Connor kept her in his house.
Going on his current reaction, I could say that he's regretting his decision, but I see the way he looks at her, the way his eyes follow her around the room even when he's talking to someone else, the way he tenses when she's not around and how he breaths easier when she comes back.
I would bet my money on this, Connor found his match in a woman without a name.
“Hey, guys?” A soft knock sounds on the door before it cracks open and Suki's beautiful face pops through.
Some days I still can't believe I wake up next to her in my bed, in my house, in my world. This beautiful creature that ran into my fucking lap. My little siren, my little monster, the one that cracked me open, broke me apart, and took the pieces for herself.
“Yes, Suki,” I reply, and I can't help the smile that I feel in my eyes before it falls on my lips.
“Lunch is ready.” She smiles and suddenly I wish we would be alone.
“Thank you, sweetcheeks.” Connor gives her his devious smile that make women melt at his fucking feet.
I still feel the need to punch him in the gut when he calls my woman that, but her fucking face lights up with amusement every time and I can't take it away from her. She's been through more than most people can endure in a fucking lifetime, and she deserves every single bit of happiness she can get.
We all sit down at the dining table, Suki next to me with Connor and the nameless woman across from us. She's doing better, I can see it, even completely clueless about who she is, she smiles, laughs, jokes around... she's more relaxed than most people would be in her situation. Maybe too relaxed.
We go through two courses of food cooked by Suki and her, and by the time we reach dessert, we're all too full and start drinking instead.
“We got a lead.” I look at both of them.
A subtle twitch ripples through her muscles. She's a beautiful woman, tall—about five-foot-seven, strong to the point that she looks like she enjoyed the gym at least three to four times a week. She has curly black hair and her eyes are probably her most distinguishable feature, a blueish light gray with a dark thick ring around them. She and Connor fit together with their black hair, yet their eyes are complete contrasts in color... not in feel though. They both seem to have darkness lurking deep beneath the surface.
