Page 82 of Keeping Knight

Micah glances over at his phone and sighs. “As much as I’d like to ignore that…”

“I know. You have to answer it.” I’ve spent enough time with Micah to learn the signature ringtone he assigned to designate Fox & Falcon business. All the guys do it so they know when someone is calling or texting about something important.

Though I know the call could be regarding anything—obviously, F&F has plenty of cases aside from mine—my stomach lurches and my pulse jumps.

I want to know who tried to kill me, of course. But I’m scared to find out, too. I don’t want it to be Sylvia. Or Liam. I don’t want it to be anyone I know personally. Having someone try to kill you is bad enough. But for it to be someone you know, someone you cared about? That would be even worse.

“It might be nothing,” Micah says as he reaches over to grab his phone. “Or it could be something involving one of the other divisions. Rogue likes to keep us all in the loop.”

“Maybe.” I hope so. Not just because I’d rather play at being the proverbial ostrich with her head in the sand right now. But the plan was for Micah to work from home today. We’re supposed to have breakfast in the solarium, and then I’ll set up camp in his office and get started on my newest manuscript. I can work on my own, of course—sometimes Micah has to go into the office, so he has one of the F&F employees come guard the condo, just in case. But I like it better when he’s here.

Mid-ring, Micah taps the phone to answer it. “What’s going on?” He sits up in bed and leans against the headboard as he listens. Reaching his arm out to me, he pulls me to his side and tucks the blanket around us.

I can’t hear what the other person on the call is saying; just the low, unintelligible rumble of a man’s voice. But judging by the way Micah’s body tenses, I have a sinking feeling the news isn’t good.

“When did it happen?” Micah asks. His features fold into a scowl as he listens to the answer. “Are you sure about—” He stops. “Right. Of course.”

A chill ‌catches me, and I shiver. A heavy sense of foreboding closes in.

Micah glances at me. Concern darkens his gaze. Then he hugs me closer and rubs my shoulder. “Of course I want to be in on it,” he says. “If he’s behind everything—” His jaw tightens, and his eyes narrow. “When?”

He nods as the other person starts speaking again. After about thirty seconds or so, he nods. “That works. I just need to get someone over here first. Beau or Kurt, ideally, since Ruby knows them already.”

My stomach flips.

“Okay,” Micah says. “I’ll be there in an hour.” He nods again. “Roger that.” After a brief pause, his tone darkens. “I’ll take responsibility, Nico. This is personal.”

I’m startled to hear Micah call Rogue by his real name. Aside from the initial introductions, Micah always calls his friends by their nicknames. Which makes me think this is very serious, indeed.

Ending the call, Micah sets the phone down and turns to me. His gaze is solemn. His features could be stone.

“It’s about my case,” I say before he can speak. “Right?”

“Yes.” He takes my chilled hands in his. “It’s about your case. Rogue found something. And we’re going to follow up on it.”

“What did he find?”

“Well.” Micah hesitates. “We can fix this. Okay?”

“Fix what?” A beat later, a thought occurs to me. “Is it my apartment? Was there another bomb? Was someone hurt?”

He rubs my hands to warm them. “It wasn’t your apartment. It was the storage unit in the basement.”

My voice pitches up. “There was a bomb in the basement?”

His face creases in apology. “Shit, no. Sorry. There wasn’t a bomb. But someone broke into your unit last night. They—” He grimaces. “From what Rogue could see on the camera we hid down there, some of your things were damaged.”

“My things…” I swallow against the emotion thickening my throat. Taking several deep breaths, I remind myself that I didn’t keep anything really important down there. All the really important stuff, like my photos and paintings and gifts from my parents, were already moved from my apartment to here.

“I’m sorry, Rue. Once I find out the extent of the damage, I’ll help you fix it. Replace it. Whatever you want.”

I let out another steadying breath. “It’s okay. They’re just things. Just as long as no one was hurt.”

“Not yet,” Micah mutters darkly.

“Not yet?” I ask. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” he replies quickly. “Anyway. The other part is the good news. At least, it could be.”