Chapter 83

“Nathan,” Walter’s voice chimed urgently through the din of the bar. Nathan was used to his Spirit Guide’s sudden arrivals, especially now that he could only appear when Jim was a good distance away, so he did his best not to react outwardly when Walter said, “You cannot drink that, Nathan. They mean to drug you.”

Shit. Nathan had been afraid of something like that. He tried to cast Walter a glance that said he knew what he was doing before he tilted the bottle back and took the smallest drink he felt he could get away with. Unfortunately, Joe had other ideas and was watching him like a hawk.

“We not good enough for you to drink with?” Joe’s voice was suddenly a bit less friendly.

Nathan smiled, clinked his bottle with Joe’s again, and tipped the beer back. Joe grinned and returned his attention to the pool table.

“Nathan…you’re still weak from Sasha feeding earlier.”