Leonardo’s POV:
I folded my arm and waited impatiently for Nate to pull out his supplies. He had given me a call in the middle of the night, telling me his men now had a steady tracker on Damon. I came immediately, expecting the information to be ready once I got here. Of course, it wasn't.
While Nate poured his supplies onto the table, he attempted to make small talk.
"So, how's it going, old pal?" He nervously laughed at his own sentence. I could tell he was still apprehensive around me, which was a good thing. Towards the end, Derek thought he could outsmart me. It's nice to know Nate thinks otherwise.
"Just splendid." I told him sarcastically.
He chuckled, this time somewhat relaxed. "Someone's grumpy."
I shook my head at his insolence. "Am I?" I spat. "Perha
