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Nathan nodded in response that was the least he could, the guilt that her parents were dead and somehow he was responsible for that made him vulnerable. Edna had seen so many times Daniel unlocking his phone with his right hands index finger. She pressed his finger and with a click sound it was unlocked quickly adjusting, the brightness which was too dim for the bright sunlight. She had just typed the letters Da when Damon’s number popped on it. She didn’t have to ask for password from Nathan because he was her Natie. Her best friend she knew it was his grandmother birth date since she was the only family he has or had since last year she passed away.

Nathan said, resting his forehead against my own “you will forever be my pride and glory, the one thing that I would forever be proud of” I didn’t say anything as I looked at my husband, staring deep into his blue eyes, feeling mesmerized by them. Nathan kissed my forehead, knowing that no words needed to be said before he pulled away to drive again “do you want us to spend the night out? The two of us would be having a lot to deal with when we’re back anyway, might as well find it in ourselves to spend some time alone before we’ve gotten into an unknown war”

She tried to relax and clear her mind. Nathaniel pointed out certain buildings and told her their history along the way. She had to admit that it took her mind off the stone. She enjoyed the scenery as they drove into the countryside. Nathaniel had told her that Barnaby lived in the woods and had no neighbors for miles, so she wasn't surprised by the countryside they saw. She also wasn't surprised when they turned down a well-maintained dirt road.

“They did what?” Uncle Damon's voice came through the study loud enough that I heard it from the hallway before I'd even reached the door. “Do they think I was joking when I told them there would be consequences if they didn't leave Raven alone?” I pushed the door open in time to see Nathan — Uncle Damon's advisor, a quiet, sharp-eyed man who rarely spoke unless he already had an answer ready — standing across the desk with a folder in hand. I'd only met him a handful of times since arriving, always in passing, always with the sense that he already knew more about whatever was happening than anyone bothered explaining to me directly.

He pulled his cell from his back pocket and said to Eva, “This conversation isn’t finished.” He spoke a few terse words in French before switching to English as he turned to face the wall. His voice deepened. “Nancy, listen carefully. I don’t care what he’s threatening. Let him go to the papers. He’s no different than any other parasite out there. I won’t be blackmailed. There is no boy.” Was Jeremi in some kind of trouble? Then again, he led a very public life. All kinds of people crawled out of the woodwork to get a piece of the Tan fortune. The scrutiny under which he lived had always terrified Eva.

With that, he plugged in the flash drive on his computer and played Delilah the videos. Delilah was about to argue, but the very first video left her utterly shaken. Nathan was pressing a heated rod against my body, snarling, "Who cares if you're the heir of the Sorrell family? I have countless ways to get rid of you and take everything that belongs to you!" Nathan began frantically slapping his own face after saying that. Then, what followed next was the exact scene Delilah had witnessed back then—Nathan crying as he complained to her about me.

She replied bitterly, and I let out a disappointed sigh. She was so petty. And I didn't want to come back, that would be embarrassing. Like the heavens heard my prayers, the elevator door opened and Nathan stepped out. My hands clenched into fists at the sight of him living happily while he lived happily and screwed his secretary. “What's going on?” Nathan asked but the moment he saw me, the files in his hand fell to the ground. I froze for a moment, wondering if he recognized me. “Nathan!” Selena complained as she crouched down and started to pick up the documents that had fallen.

Anything. And for a second, I consider that I would. Whatever he whispered to Nathan, it worked. Cole’s hand lands heavy and protective on Nathan’s shoulder, and for a beat, the kid can’t help but grin. “Now, don’t you have some news for Carter?” Nathan’s eyes flash like fireworks. “It’s not news. It’s the biggest news ever!” All thoughts of breakfast battles vanish. I half-expect him to announce we’re moving to Timbuktu or something equally monumental. His excitement is nuclear, impossible to ignore.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Lowe. I don't know how to atone for what I've done. Please hit me, scold me! I'm not worthy of your forgiveness." Frida's eyes were also filled with tears. She wiped them away and took a diary out of her bag. She gently stroked the cover and gave a sorrowful smile. "I found this while sorting through Nathan's belongings. His diary is almost entirely about you. Our family is leaving Haven City soon. Take this, as a final memento from Nathan." Jennifer took the diary and held it tightly to her chest. She felt like she could still feel Nathan's warmth and heartbeat through the diary.

"We'll do whatever it takes." Nathan and Noelle strode off into the darkness, their minds preoccupied with the task at hand. Noelle felt a weight lifted off her shoulders after confessing to the sage about her mistake. Nathan, on the other hand, was deep in thought, trying to find a solution to the problem they faced. As they approached the palace, Nathan quickened his pace and headed straight to the library. He pulled out the book of the Raven and spread it out on the table, searching for a way to close the dark portals that Noelle had opened.