Chapter 7
Nathan woke up the following morning shivering. His entire body ached, but at least he was intact again. His bed looked like the scene of a murder and he felt like the victim, though he’d expected more blood considering the state of his body after the exodus of his tattoos. But what did he know? Nothing. Less than nothing. He had zero knowledge of magic, particularly Leroy’s unique brand of the dark arts.
Karl was asleep in the bed across from him. He wouldn’t have seen anything when he came in after the show. It would have been too dark. If Nathan got rid of the sheets, perhaps he could hide the evidence of what had happened the previous night thereby avoiding questions and explanations.
He went to sit up. Tiny rockets of pain shot up and down his arms and legs, up and down h
