Chapter 10 - WRATH OF A FATHER
"Nora."
The voice was muffled, exhausted, but unmistakably his. I threw the heavy bolt back and pushed the door open. Lucas stood at the top of the stairs, covered in snow and blood, none of it his own. Behind him, the cabin was a wreck, but the threat was neutralized.
"Julian?" I asked, stepping up into the light.
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"He came himself to make sure the job was done," Lucas said, wiping a streak of soot from his forehead. "He miscalculated. I had already forwarded the encrypted evidence of his embezzlement and the assassination order to the FBI. The federal agents are landing by helicopter as we speak. Julian won't ever see the sun outside of a supermax prison."
The nightmare was over. The suffocating weight of the past year—the running, the hiding, the constant, looking-over-the-shoulder paranoia—finally lifted. Lucas dropped his weapon and pulled us both into his arms, burying his face in my neck, breathing in the scent of his daughter and the woman who had helped save them both.
