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Chapter 22

Shiarra didn’t even bat an eyelash at his whiskey-induced rudeness. “Actually, I’ve been a bit more into the working class man lately. They’re so much more creative.” She valiantly reached over to the radio and flicked it off, leaving the car to a strange silence that Nathan didn’t like at all, something that even the engine’s purr couldn’t dull. “Nathan, you proved me wrong, just like I knew you could. Maybe it was because my nephew decided to give up everything in order to bring you back…but still, here you are, breathing and alive and drowning your sorrows in drink and loud music like a good ol’ boy.”

“And you have a problem with that?” Nathan snapped. He looked over at Shiarra and her blue eyes resembled Sasha’s so much that he almost couldn’t stand it. “I’m trying. I just want a little oblivion before I have to face this shit again, you understand? If it’s not pity it’s worry, or even god damn fear on their faces. I have enough trouble dealing with bad memories.”