Portia.
While I'm here I search through the drawers to see if there's anything I can use as a weapon, if I need to.
I chuckle to myself at the thought.
If I need to.
I will need to. He's told me what he plans to do. Is that really the only reason my cousin and I are alive? And is Nathan truly alive? Or did he just say that to appease me? To ensure I wouldn't fight too hard when he lays his hands on me?
I wish I could trust his words that Nathan was really okay. But you don't trust a man scarred and blinded by revenge.
You don't.
No. I can't think about that. Nathan is alive. I have to believe that.
I return to the bathroom and pull the towel off my head. Rummaging through his drawers, I find a brush. I meet my reflection and peer closer, shifting my gaze to the right to see the bru
