Nick could hardly be blamed for overthinking things. Knowing his enemies were hidden while he was out in the open made him deeply uncomfortable. If not for his three-year agreement with that knight, Galahad, he might well have adopted a more aggressive approach long ago.
For instance, he could sell his property in Portland and head to cities where the "Royal Family" resided, such as Vienna, Paris, and Berlin, to slaughter them in rivers of blood, reminding certain malicious Wesen of the terrifying memories branded into their bloodlines.
Of course, another thing stopping Nick was his promise to Dahlia. When he had taken the girl away from the world she belonged to, he had promised her a stable, free life.
Although Nick knew that bearing the so-called Grimm bloodline meant his future was destined to be anything but peaceful, trouble coming to his door was ultimately different from going out and looking for it himself.
Perhaps after three to five years in Portland, Dahlia would also grow restless and want a change, but that was a matter for the future. At least for now, she was happy, watching the money in Nick's stock account grow every day like a little money-grubber and mapping out her future business empire.
When it came to business sense, Nick could not have caught up to Dahlia even on horseback. While he was laboriously putting together a food truck, Dahlia was already planning how to use it as a starting point to build an American version of the food-ordering platform within Portland's city limits.
He was happy to see it happen. Nick did not consider himself cut out to be some great success, but he had no objection to being the man behind a powerful businesswoman.
The next morning, just as Nick was reviewing the