Sweet Little Lies

Chapter Sixty

This is the second chapter in a triple update. Please make sure to start at Chapter 59. Enjoy!

Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed later that night. It was past midnight, and everyone had finally left. Astrid had extracted the bullet from Ivy's arm and stitched it up. His wife didn't so much as flinch as it was happening.

Ivy had told him what had happened before he got out of that mirror house, but they hadn't had time to truly go through the new information they had gathered. Everything that he had said made it seem like her stalker wasn't the one calling the shots. But it also looked like he had enough say to do something like tonight. His plan had been to kill both Harry and Shadow, and convince Ivy to leave with him.

Shadow had told them after she deemed them somewhat trustworthy that her and her people have had to relocate every few weeks in order to escape him. They obviously knew that Shadow and the spiders that followed her lead were dangerous. Especially if they had some of the older spiders working for them. This would be the perfect opportunity for them to take out two birds with one stone.

Harry looked towards the bathroom door as he heard the shower turn off. He had already taken his and cleaned off the storm and blood, and now Ivy was cleaning up. The light above him shut off, but a moment later the generator kicked in and it flashed back on. The storm had gotten worse since they got back to the city, some roads completely shut down after fallen trees blocked the streets or power lines snapped.

This wouldn't be their last storm of the season, but this might be the worst. It was on par with last year's worst one that put a stop to everything for three full days. At least this would give them a chance to recoup. The only thing he was worried about was if Peters and whoever he was working for/with used this time to strike.

About five minutes later, Ivy stepped out of the bathroom, freshly washed, hair damp, and dressed in a thick robe. Her cheek was red from the rough texture of the wall she was pinned to earlier, but other than that, she looked healthy. The robe was covering her bandaged arm.

He had only seen it for a split second, but catching her pinned against a wall by another man - one that has repeatedly violated her privacy - had him furious. If it hadn't been for that sniper, then Harry would've beaten the man to death. He was sick of his wife having to look over her shoulder all the time. Sick of her having to worry about the next time he might break in to their house.

He thought back to that day in her office, when she was chased down the stairs of the empty building into the parking garage. They barely knew each other back then, but the rage he had felt when he learned what she had gone through was unlike anything he had ever felt. He should have known then that he was falling for her.

His wife slowly walked toward him, her eyes never leaving his. There was an intensity in them that captivated him. She stood before him, looking down on him as he sat on the bed. Her finger came to his chin, and she lifted it.

It was like he was seeing her for the first time tonight. The exhaustion was here, her adrenaline now drained, leaving her drained. But he could now see the fear.

"I know, darling." He said lowly, gripping the backs of her thighs and pulling her closer.

She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. The fear was for him. For herself. For our friends. Griffin and his team had taken down twenty men on their own while they were stuck battling for their lives in that damn mirror house. Being separated, not knowing how the other one was, was an almost crippling fear.

Then there was the fact that she had come face to face with the man who had been stalking her for months. Ivy put on a brave face, like this was just another walk in the park, but tonight had gotten to her.