NATHAN’S POV
It was still dark outside when Alastair decided to grab me by the ankles and drag me across the floor like a corpse. I didn’t have time to register much of what was happening before Castiel’s beaming face met mine and I sat up so fast I swear I heard my spine tweak.
It was like a scene in a horror movie. Castiel’s pale face was gazing down at me with a smile that only made it creepy by having the lights turn up from under him.
Violent rain lashed against the glass windows, half-revealed by the curtains that Alastair had insisted looked like my grandmother’s trousers and when the lightning struck, I almost let out a gasp when I saw what Alastair was holding.
“What’s going on?” I asked and kicked out of Alastair’s grip. “Why the hell are you holding a knife? I already agreed
