THIRD PERSON’S POV
Nathan stood in silence amidst the chaos of people going in and out of Warren’s flat, his hands stuffed deep inside the pockets of his jeans as he waited for Alastair and Jackson to reappear from God knows where they went.
In front of him was his archenemy’s duplex penthouse apartment — its door wide open with lights flickering wildly in the background even with all the curtains drawn. The place was packed with people and with every step he made, crunching noises from potato chips lying on the floor, the sound of paper cups rustling against each other, and the clanking sounds of bottles as he kicked them out of his way matched the almost deafening rumble of the loud music.
Drugs by UPSAHL was playing in the stereo, its every beat almost imbedding itself in his skull a
