Chapter 43

He was on his way to room #8 when he caught sight of Sasha rushing out of #9. Nathan hurried over, and the incubus gripped his arms tightly upon seeing him, as if he needed something, someoneto hold onto. There was a very familiar grief painting Sasha’s features.

“Hey…you okay?” Nathan asked, wishing Sasha wasn’t holding his arms quite so tightly.

“I…I’m okay. I’m okay,” Sasha said. He smiled big and obviously forced. “Not my best…year.”

Nathan looked up past Sasha to read the door’s inscription. Room #9, he reminded himself, and then played that over in his head. Nine years ago Sasha would have been sixteen. At that realization, Nathan felt something harden in his gut. That would have been about the time Sasha ran away from home. Right around the time…he killed that girl.