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“Nate, it’s Stephen, for you.” Louisa had to speak twice and then nudge Nathan to get his attention.
“Huh, what?” Nathan blinked and looked around to see what it was that had disturbed him. After being examined by both a nurse and a doctor he had been given a strong enough dose of painkillers to be left feeling numb and detached from things. Thankfully, his injuries were relatively minor, mostly just bumps and bruises, but there were plenty of them thanks to the furniture that had crashed down on him in the cellar of The Moor’s Edge, and the skidding fall he had taken in the woods.
“Phone for you, it’s Stephen,” Louisa said, holding out her mobile.
“Why is he calling me on your phone?” Nathan asked.
“No idea, why don’t you ask him.”
“Good idea.” Nathan took the phone from his frie
