(Ruby's POV)
We don't sleep that night.
After we escape the tunnel, after we make sure Kai's men are gone, Nicholas locks us in the west wing studio. He doesn't say much. He just paces. Back and forth, back and forth, like a caged animal.
I sit on the couch with my knees pulled up to my chest, watching him. The clock on the wall says 2 AM. Then 3 AM. Then 4.
"Nicholas."
He stops. Looks at me. His eyes are red, exhausted, but there's something else there too. Something hard. Determined.
"We need to talk about what happens next," I say.
He comes to sit beside me, close enough that our shoulders touch. "Kai knows about the tunnel. He knows about the cave. He knows about the evidence. But he doesn't know about Alexander. He doesn't know about Anya. Those are still our advantages."
"For now." I lean my head on his shoulder. "But he's going to keep pushing. Keep testing. He's not going to stop until he has everything."
"I know."
"So what do we do?"
