Chapter 92

Jim was solid as a rock and dug deep into the mud. He didn’t budge, simply hung onto Nathan tighter.

“Jim,” Sasha said, coming up on Jim’s other side, still standing and holding one of the shotguns limply. He placed a hand on Jim’s shoulder. “All we need is a name. Just a name and we can save Nathan. Whatever else is going on, we’ll figure it out. Right now we have to go.”He tugged on Jim hard enough that he lifted him out of the mud and set him on his feet as if Jim weighed nothing.

Nathan struggled to his feet as well, grateful that for once he didn’t have to put his brother back together all on his own.

As Nathan stood, he nearly slipped on another of the shotguns that was half buried in the mud beneath him. He reached down to retrieve it, though he didn’t feel right carrying a weapon right now, as if the mere act soured his stomach.