CHAPTER 73. Ill Fate

  Nathaniel wished he didn't hear what Amir said. He prayed within him that what he was saying wasn't true. He hoped that when he asked the shaken man in his grasp a question, he would claim it was a joke.

  "What do you mean by dead?"

  Nathaniel asked carefully.

  "He was murdered by- by these men at the mansion and-"

  Nathaniel felt his head banging hard. His friend was dead?

  His friend was dead...

  It sounded so false, that he instantly felt like slapping Amir out of whatever trance he was in.

  But with a quick look at the dishevelled state of the man, he could tell there was no trance.

  "Okay..." Nathaniel swallowed hard. "What exactly happened? "

  His hold on Amir's collar relaxed and the man staggered before he caught himself.

  "I went to meet him at the mansion earlier today and we were both inspecting the rooms for clues." Amir took a brief pause which was accompanied by a loud, shaky exhalation.