SIXTY-THREE
I didn't regret it properly 'til Nathan had hurried out of my room and I heard the water running in the bathroom. I slipped out of bed and opened my bedroom door silently. I wanted to apologise. I was so messed up after getting into not one but two fights tonight that I'd started a third with Nathan. I didn't want him to leave me alone – not tonight.
Outside the door I came face to face with a man I didn't know. Oh, but I did. Even as his eyes slid away from my face, I realised this was the man who'd tried to crush the life out of me before he stabbed me with a syringe. The man who knew Nathan.
"Are you here to guard me?" I whispered.
He nodded.
I looked into his eyes, keeping my voice low so Nathan wouldn't hear me. "I'm sorry I held a g*n to your head. I thought you were
