ROMAN'S POV
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She sees the mark.
Roman knows the exact moment it happens because her fingers go still on his wrist for exactly half a second before she continues counting his pulse like nothing occurred. Most people would have pulled back. Most people would have asked. She does neither. She files it. He can see her doing it - the slight shift behind her eyes, the way her jaw settles with the quiet click of a decision being made.
She is more prepared than he expected.
That is either very good or very dangerous. Possibly both.
He has been watching Nadia Voss for three years across two timelines and he still finds himself recalibrating every time she surprises him. Which she does. Constantly. Even now, sitting in a hospital exam room letting her take his pulse while she processes the fact that the mark on his arm matches something she read in a journal she was never supposed to find, she is completely composed. Her hands are steady. Her voice, when she speaks, is warm and professional and gives away absolutely nothing.
"Everything looks good," she says, releasing his wrist. "How has the mobility been?"
"Fine," he says.
"Any pain?"
"No."
She makes a note in his chart. He watches her write and thinks about the first timeline. He had been too late by eleven days. Eleven days. He had stood at the shelter gates and found them locked and by the time he got inside she was already gone and the people who were left looked at him with the hollow eyes of people who had done something they were trying not to think about. He had stood in the empty medical bay where she used to work and looked at the cot in the corner where she used to sleep when shifts ran long and he had made himself a promise that he does not break promises.
He is not going to be too late again.
"Mr. Vael," she says, closing the chart. "This follow-up wasn't in your scheduled appointments."
There it is. He expected this. She is not going to let the administrative irregularity go because she is not the kind of woman who lets anything go. That is what makes her extraordinary and what made her so dangerous to the people who needed her to stay small.
"I called ahead," he says.
"I know. I'm asking who scheduled it."
He looks at her directly. "A friend of mine works in your admin department. She owed me a favor."
This is true. He is careful to only tell her true things, even when he cannot tell her everything. Lies have a texture that people like Nadia can feel, and one detected lie will close every door he needs open.
She studies him for a moment. "That's a lot of effort for a follow-up on a healed fracture."
"I wanted to see my doctor."
"You wanted to see me specifically."
"Yes," he says simply.
The word lands in the room and neither of them moves. He watches her process it. Watches her weigh it. She is doing the same thing she was doing when she touched the mark - filing, measuring, deciding how much to reveal. He respects it. He has spent three years respecting it from a distance and it is strange and slightly overwhelming to be in the same room with her doing it in real time.
He stands. The exam is over and he has pushed exactly as far as he should push today. She needs to feel like she is in control of the pace. The moment she feels cornered she will shut down entirely and he cannot afford that.
He looks at her one last time.
"I found you," he says quietly. "I was worried I'd be too late."
Then he walks out before she can answer.
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In the car he calls Otto immediately.
"She saw the mark," Roman says.
Otto is silent for three full seconds. "How?"
"Her mother's journal. She found it before she died the first time. She remembered it when she came back." Roman pulls out of the hospital parking lot and drives without any particular destination. He does this when he needs to think. Movement helps. "She didn't react. She filed it and kept going."
"That's either very good-"
"Or very dangerous. I know." He turns at a light. "She's already moving. Divorce papers filed this morning. Bank account opened yesterday. She's pulling hospital inventory records."
Otto exhales slowly. "She's three days in and she's already two steps ahead of where she was at week three in the first timeline."
"The death changed her." Roman says it simply because it is simple. Dying changes people. Coming back from it changes them more. What Nadia came back with - the sharpness, the clarity, the dark thing in her chest that his instruments have been tracking since she woke up - is not something he has seen before. Not exactly. He has seen pieces of it in other returned subjects. Never the complete picture. Never this clean. "She's not just remembering. She's using it."
"And the husband?"
"Still unaware. She is extraordinarily controlled around him." Roman thinks about the USB drive he left in her coat pocket. He had debated it for forty-eight hours. It was a risk - showing his hand too early, giving her a reason to run rather than reason to trust. But the alternative was letting her eat whatever Daniel had put in that breakfast and he was not willing to do that. Not again. In the first timeline the slow poisoning had dulled her enough that she missed three separate warning signs that would have saved her life. "She didn't eat it."
"The breakfast?"
"She dumped it while his back was turned." Despite everything Roman almost smiles. "She'd already decided before my message."
"So she didn't need the warning."
"She needed to know someone else knew," Roman says. "That's different."
Otto is quiet for a moment. "She's going to come looking for you."
"I know."
"What are you going to tell her?"
Roman thinks about the mark on his arm. About the journal her mother left. About the three years he spent in the wreckage of a timeline that went wrong because he was eleven days too late. About the thing growing in Nadia's chest that she doesn't have a name for yet and what it will become if she survives long enough to understand it.
"The truth," he says. "In the right order."
He hangs up. He drives. He runs through every calculation he has already run a hundred times - the timing, the variables, the margin for error. It is thin. Thinner than he would like. There is one factor he cannot fully account for, one thing his intelligence did not prepare him for, one thing he noticed the moment she touched his wrist and her pulse spiked for exactly three seconds before she controlled it.
She felt the connection too.
He did not expect that. In all his preparation, in all his research, in everything he knows about returned subjects and infection markers and the specific biology of what Nadia is becoming - he did not account for the possibility that it would work in both directions.
He stops at a red light.
His phone buzzes. Unknown number. He frowns and opens it.
One message. Four words.
I know what you are.
He stares at it. His chest goes tight.
It is not from Nadia. He has her number. This is someone else entirely. Someone who knows he made contact today. Someone who was watching the hospital.
His phone buzzes again.
Walk away from her or I will tell her everything. The parts you're not ready for her to know yet. Let's see how much she trusts you after that.
Roman sets the phone down very carefully on the passenger seat.
The light turns green.
He doesn't move.
Someone else is in this timeline who should not be. Someone who knows about Nadia. Someone who wants him gone.
And he has absolutely no idea who it is.