It was futile pacing the floor, Nate realized a week later as he stopped abruptly, memorizing every meticulous details on the tiles of his bedroom. The egregious truth was almost too much to bear, especially when he was still desperately trying to contact Alessia to no avail.
The distance between them was eating him like worms, as minutes tickled by weighing on his very soul like a scourge. It was like he could no longer stand still, could no longer wait because he was having a premonition that something terribly bad was about to happen.
After instructions from the notorious King, Nate had made the necessary arrangements to allow the consignment through without involving himself. He had the power and right contacts to get the job done. Even though he was still skeptical about King’s modu
