*Claire*
I cannot believe what I am seeing. I refuse to believe it. Nathaniel is unsure. The suave, vampiric private investigator is stumped! Here I am running on no sleep, no food, feeling sick to my stomach, and he’s over here churning in self-doubt!
“I should’ve found them sooner. This shouldn’t have happened,” mutters Nathaniel, looking like he’s feeling disheartened and riddled with guilt.
I refuse to put up with this. I forget my initial directive of keeping post by the door to keep anyone else from entering the room, walk over to Nathaniel, and grab his shoulders so we are face to face.
“You stop that!” I scold. “Get a hold of yourself. This isn’t because of you. This is them.”
“Claire, if I found them sooner, then…”