Nyx POV
I lock the bathroom door behind me. My hands are shaking as I pull out my phone and shoot a text to Hera informing her that I have the target locked.
She replies almost immediately, that we move on five minutes.
Five minutes. I take a deep breath to calm my raging nerves. Five minutes is all I need to continue this play before I unmask that bastard.
I tuck the phone back into my pocket and check my gun. After a small pep talk, convincing myself that I can do this, I leave the restroom.
I slip back into the restaurant, my fake smile back in place as I slide into my seat.
Finn’s gaze is on me. It feels like he is observing me, studying me even.
The sight of him makes my skin crawl but I keep my voice light. “Sorry about that,” I say, picking up my fork as the waiter sets plat
