Chapter 89

Nathan couldn’t help noticing how Sasha’s eyes burned red a moment, then flickered blue with worry when he snatched up Nathan’s duffle to carry it to the car. Nathan shot Jim a glare, assuming his brother must have told Sasha what really happened last night, but Jim merely shrugged.

Five minutes later, they were in the car heading out of town. 28

Jim drove. None of them spoke much. They reached the next town and checked into a new motel after only a few hours—just one room, since it seemed neither Sasha nor Jim wanted to leave Nathan alone.

Nathan was starving, and was thankful when Jim offered to run out and bring back something for them to eat, even though his stomach was still twisted from whatever he’d been drugged with the night before.

Once they were alone, Sasha studied him carefully. Nathan knew he was moving like a man over three times his age. “How are you feeling?” Sasha asked. He pointed out the ibuprofen and water Jim had left on the table.