She was twelve when she first learned what her father did for a living.
The house was quieter now. Her mother had died the previous spring—liver failure, the official report said, though Nikita knew the bottle had been just a slow, willing accomplice. Her father had aged twenty years in twelve months. He sat in his study, the same room she had picked the lock on so many times, and stared at the wall. nikita von james
She was practicing something else entirely. She was twelve when she first learned what
“I’ve been building a case for six years,” Nikita said. “Not against you. For you.” the official report said