Chapter 39 Ledger Of Blood

• Nathan POV
• The heavy brass handle of the apartment door rattled, followed by three sharp, demanding knocks that echoed through the small foyer like gunshots.
• Ryan moved before the sound could even fade. In a single, fluid second, his broad frame stepped right in front of me, his posture locking back into that unyielding military stance as his large hand hovered instinctively near his utility belt. He checked the security monitor by the light switch—the private loop Marcus Vance had rerouted for us at midnight.