Chapter 7

Glancing up into the bathroom mirror, Nathan grimaced at his reflection. He looked older somehow, more worn and world-weary. He was handsome enough and fit. An active lifestyle was necessary when he had always needed to be stronger and faster than Gabriel, and whatever creatures might come after him and his brother. But something was different.

“Are you listening to me, Nathan?”

Maybe it was his eyes. They had always been unique—green instead of Jim’s deep blue like their mother, or their father’s simple brown. Nathan and Jim’s faces weren’t all that similar either since they weren’t identical twins. With his thumb, Nathan traced the subtle groove down the center of his chin, the one distinctive trait he and Jim shared other than their black hair.