Twenty-Three

Nick smiled at her, but his face was nothing like she had known before. The Nick she had known and loved was soft and caring with smile lines by his eyes and a constantly playful manner - this Nick was all hard edges and pain, his face locked into a permanent grimace.

"So," he began, "how'd you manage to get yourself into this situation?"

Adara's face burned. "It's a long story," she choked out, voice weak from the pain she had just caused herself by running. He continued to stare at her expectantly. "I don't really want to talk about it."

Nick laughed, and she had a distinct feeling that she wasn't in on the joke. The look in his eyes was furious and unforgiving, and Adara had to wonder where his attitude from the transport vehicle had gone. Where was the mercy he showed? "Because that would mean admitting you were wrong."