He knew that by leaving, he had hurt Danielle and Niki all over again, but he didn’t know how else to face them.
Alexander stayed leaning against the cold hallway wall until the pressure in his chest eased. He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, then pulled out his phone and dialed Nash.
“Nash, I need you to keep a close eye on Nathan’s movements,” he said, his voice once again cool and detached. “I want to know who he’s meeting with and if there are any unusual financial transactions.”
“And keep tabs on Jake’s whereabouts. If he’s still in Nexus Prime, I want to know immediately.”
“Right away, Mr. Davidson,” Nash replied crisply.
After hanging up, Alexander stood in the empty hallway, his thoughts still in a tangle. He knew he had been too harsh with Danielle, but he was caught in an impossible position—terrified that his darkness would consume her, yet equally terrified that he couldn’t stop himself from seeking her light, only to hurt her again in the end.
Inside the apartment, Danielle stared at the closed door, a knot of worry in her stomach. She knew Alexander wasn’t well, physically or emotionally, but she didn’t chase after him. He was a grown man who had to take responsibility for his own choices, his own health. She couldn’t spend her life trying to fix him.
She returned to the living room, opened her laptop, and threw herself into her work. The Aerospace Institute project was entering a critical phase. The next step was a field expedition to a remote forest to gather climate and temperature data for drone combat simulations. The trip would take at least a few days, and she needed to be prepared.

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