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Chapter 22: In which she is about to get a memorable date night. "You know, this walk of shame usually comes after a night full of hot, passionate sex?" "Why are you so cranky this morning?" Nate peeped around the wall to look at the parking lot, trying to imitate James Bond, who used to be his favourite character back in high school, but I think he looks better than all the actors who played that role...who I seriously know nothing about. God I hate thrillers and action movies and right now, I hate Nathan Synclair!

The female doctor said in delight and hugged her. "Natalie, I am here to ask you for a favor." Julie said dropping Amanda on couch. Natalie looked at Amanda and frowned. "What happened to her? Did someone attacked her?" Natalie asked looking at her torn clothes "Nathalie five men raped my daughter before my eyes and I was helpless. I can't save her." Julie broke into tears. Natalie gasped and looked at Amanda with pity. She was unable to speak anything. She only hugged Julie and comfort her.

My hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, before boldly palming the growing bulge in his pants. Nate sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ve read your books, Nate,” I whispered, my voice husky and desperate as I stroked him through the fabric. “I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.”

When our eyes met, there was just something burdened in his. “I mean I’m so happy too” I said. “Why aren’t you?” “Well you won’t be for much longer after I tell you what I want to say” He replied and a furrow carved into my forehead. “What is it?” I asked with a vanishing smile. “It’s not good, Ivan. And I just want to warn you” “What is it, Nate?” My patience was running thin especially as I caught the suspense in the eyes. “Is this something about the research?” I asked. And he leaned forward to pick up his bag. He ravaged in the space behind only to pull out a really big book.

Their eyes locked, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Nate cleared his throat, looking between them. He didn’t speak, but the disappointment in his eyes stung worse than any words., “I’m not going, mum. I want to stay here with Uncle Nick until we leave for Adonis.” Nita’s frown deepened. Fine. If she was going to stay with him, she would have to make sure Nate saw reason to hate him. “Fine. We can stay.” Nate lit up instantly, throwing himself at Nick. “Yes! Can I check out those games now?”

Nate said, sitting down in the water. I took a seat across from him, not trusting him or myself to sit right next to him. We made pleasant conversation, he told me about college and how he was hoping to run the family construction business someday. Nate always seemed to surprise me. Just when I thought he was nothing more than a horndog, he would start talking about philosophy or his love of classical music. “So what else don’t I know about you?” I asked. “Well let’s see. I happen to give the world’s best foot massages.”

This one read: War between millionaire ex-wife and mistress nanny, Via Billionaire Biotech company CEO Lucas Maxwell. I could not help the burst of laughter that ripped through me, but they did nothing to hold back the tears. Celine had turned off the tv now, but the images were fresh in my mind and they would stay there for a while. I got to my feet, wiping the tears, "you don't mind too much if I steal your room again. The bed seems to be the only place I would ever find any consolation."

I added. Cold seeped through every crack in the old lodge. I’d piled on every blanket I could find, worn three layers, and my teeth still chattered. Pride was a stupid reason to freeze to death. But I’d said I wouldn’t crawl. And I meant it. The bedroom door opened. Nate stood in the doorway, shirtless, backlit by his fire. Shadows carved across his chest, his stomach, the trail of dark hair disappearing into his sweatpants. I looked away too slowly. “You’re going to die out here,” he said. “I’m fine.” “You’re shivering so hard I can hear it through the wall.” “Then close your door.” He stared at me for a long moment. Then disappeared. Came back with an armful of bla

Anna wanted to hear the rest of Nate’s story if only to take her mind off the strange things that were happening to her. “The tomb itself is quite an extraordinary building with beautiful brick and a huge dome covered in blue tiles.” “Sounds nice, but I don’t quite understand…” “If you stop interrupting me, I’ll get to the good part, sheesh. Don’t be so impatient.” “Nate, I have other authors you know and we still have a great deal to discuss, so just get to the good part, as you said, already.” Nate let out a sign. “Bibi left me alone to get a smoke. While I was walking near the steps, I heard a woman’s voice calling me by my Hebrew name Netan'el, which no one but my parents and grandparent

"We just have to give them hell." Nate nodded. "I agree." He said, "We'll leave you to rest, mother. I'll come to check up on you later. Sid?" Sid nodded, understanding. "I'll be here. I'll watch over her." She replied. Nate glanced at me briefly, a message in his eyes. I headed for the door, following after him. He closed the door behind us. "Where did you find the book?" Nate asked as we walked away. "From the library. I found a bunch of them in a chest. All the books are on Obsidian Wolves." I replied. He hummed in response. "It's written in another language."