In the bathroom, Connor is taking a shower, the sound of running water gently echoing.
Natalie Niles' hair drips with water, her gaze icily fixed on a certain spot in the darkness outside the window.
Someone has been watching her and Connor.
No, to be precise, watching Connor.
It seems Matt Frinch wasn't bluffing when he said someone up high wanted Connor dead.
The sound of water stops, Natalie Niles reaches out to pull the curtains closed, dimming the lights to the lowest setting.
She hears the door open, footsteps, the faint fragrance of shower gel, then falls into Connor's embrace.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
"Not planning to tell me the truth?"
Connor holds her from behind, kissing her neck, restraining himself, speaking to her gently.
"Since we left the base, there's been someone watching us. Natalie Niles, do you think I'm a fool? I've been a bodyguard for the Young Master for so many years, if I couldn't even notice this, he'd be long dead."
